Happy 2012
And so we bid farewell (very quietly with a headache in my case, or in some other cases with great pomp and fanfare) to another year. Another night turned over on the calendar, but people need to mark special dates, so New Year's was a special date. Happy New Year.
Good riddance to 2011. It was not the worst year I've had, but definitely not that great. Some people had it a lot worse. I think 2012 can't help but be an improvement. Even though my cranky supervisor thinks that's just tempting fate. (She really did have a rotten year, largely because an accident crippled her last September and she's looking at surgeries and months of recovery.)
anyways. If President Obama keeps his job, that would be nice. Or at least, nicer than the alternative. I bet my brother some money that Mitt Romney wouldn't be the Republican presidential nominee. We'll see if I'm right.
No, I don't think the world is going to end. (Since when did the Mayans of like 600 years ago know anything? I'm sure they knew a lot of wonderful things that we'll never learn about because their civilization collapsed, but I doubt they knew any more about the end of the world than anybody else who has predicted it, all of whom were wrong.)
I still am halfway convinced that I'm living in some wrong, Twilight Zone alternate history that never should have happened, though.
I mean, think about it.
In this country, we have so much clean water, we literally dump it on the ground. We have so much petroleum, we literally set it on fire. We have so much food, it literally makes us sick. And meanwhile, half the earth is still drinking diseased water, praying not all of their kids will die, and struggling to keep away from bandits and earn enough to stay alive. (Actually, the whole "earning enough to stay alive" thing is a bit of a problem here too, although in America it's more of a quality of life issue than a sufficient caloric intake issue.)
What kind of sick nightmare world is this?
I dunno. In spite of cynical habits, I like the world and human beings enough that I can't be completely pessimistic about the future. I just would like to know how things got so messed up, and more importantly, how they can be fixed as fast as possible. Because I don't like living on a planet where millions of people die every year from preventable causes. I'm convinced this is something which ought not to be happening. I landed in the wrong universe. If only I knew how to fix it.
I may be getting a second job soon. I would like to say I'm happy about this, but I'm not exactly, because it'll just tie me down for longer. I can quit any time I wish, but the real question is, will I want to once I get used to it?
Good riddance to 2011. It was not the worst year I've had, but definitely not that great. Some people had it a lot worse. I think 2012 can't help but be an improvement. Even though my cranky supervisor thinks that's just tempting fate. (She really did have a rotten year, largely because an accident crippled her last September and she's looking at surgeries and months of recovery.)
anyways. If President Obama keeps his job, that would be nice. Or at least, nicer than the alternative. I bet my brother some money that Mitt Romney wouldn't be the Republican presidential nominee. We'll see if I'm right.
No, I don't think the world is going to end. (Since when did the Mayans of like 600 years ago know anything? I'm sure they knew a lot of wonderful things that we'll never learn about because their civilization collapsed, but I doubt they knew any more about the end of the world than anybody else who has predicted it, all of whom were wrong.)
I still am halfway convinced that I'm living in some wrong, Twilight Zone alternate history that never should have happened, though.
I mean, think about it.
In this country, we have so much clean water, we literally dump it on the ground. We have so much petroleum, we literally set it on fire. We have so much food, it literally makes us sick. And meanwhile, half the earth is still drinking diseased water, praying not all of their kids will die, and struggling to keep away from bandits and earn enough to stay alive. (Actually, the whole "earning enough to stay alive" thing is a bit of a problem here too, although in America it's more of a quality of life issue than a sufficient caloric intake issue.)
What kind of sick nightmare world is this?
I dunno. In spite of cynical habits, I like the world and human beings enough that I can't be completely pessimistic about the future. I just would like to know how things got so messed up, and more importantly, how they can be fixed as fast as possible. Because I don't like living on a planet where millions of people die every year from preventable causes. I'm convinced this is something which ought not to be happening. I landed in the wrong universe. If only I knew how to fix it.
I may be getting a second job soon. I would like to say I'm happy about this, but I'm not exactly, because it'll just tie me down for longer. I can quit any time I wish, but the real question is, will I want to once I get used to it?