Because why come up with original content when you can do time wasters like this.
Go to your calendar and find the first entry for each month of 2010. Post the first 1-2 lines of it in your journal, and that's your "Year In Review".
And this year I have twelve of them!
January
2010!
Hopefully this year will be kinder to celebrities than the last one.
February
I have room in my heart for only one MMO
No you cannot get Star Trek online! Stop looking at it! Warcraft is more than enough! Stop it!
March
Proto-drakes and gryphons and wyverns, oh my!
FINALLY!
After a year of countless egg yolks and damned tickbirds, finally my green proto-drake decides to drop!
April
I wish I had someone to pwn noobs with.
Though the
match making site gets beaten by the sheer awesome of the
Equipment Potency EquivalencE Number. May
Doctor Who Flesh and Stone
Would you look at that, an ongoing plot arc which is more than just a phrase being constantly repeated. Now that is a definite improvement.
June
"Look Ma, I'm writin'!"
Just over 500 words into my chapter for
resurrectiontub and have still to hit my first plot point. This thing might end up mostly Cavil snark.
July
Our License Fee At Work!
Really BBC, do we need high definition slow mo shots of Andy Murray gurning?
August
Now with more cockblocking!
New Sherlock. It's very definitely love. Need more than 3 episodes, and need them now!
Curse you Doctor Who!
September
Get the Pizza Rolls ready!
Plinkett takes time out from
ripping apart the Star Wars prequels and killing prostitutes to talk about the Star Trek reboot.
October
Yay mounts! and Spooks meme day 3
Since Brewfest hates me, I have been turning to fishing on the small chance that I may fish up the Sea Turtle. And look!
November
I'm sorry, I have been blown away by the awesome.
Turns out I am doing NaNo. Got 2213 so far, though the plot goes from fantasy to random Battlestar Galactica kink. But it also means I got my Kink Off done, yay
December
Fanfic: Relics of the Garden of Aphrodite
Title: Relics of the Garden of Aphrodite (or The One Time Ellen Tigh Ran a Sex Toy Racket on New Caprica).