Hello all you intermanauts!
As the vessel that was 2014 is hit by a searing blast of laser cannon fire in the starboard gravitational stabilizer unit, causing a hull breach which in turn, sucks us violently towards the unforgiving vacuum of 2015 space, we wildly flail about, attempting to grasp and grope the anchors of ambition and resolution or possibly even a conveniently placed ladder that is firmly welded to the ship’s hull…we begin anew. A New Year. A chance to impress ourselves and all those around us. A New Year where all around you, the babies pop out, the promotions are obtained, the houses are purchased, the lawns are trimmed to a “suburbian” level of satisfaction and also the burdens increase, the taxes go up, the days become ever shorter, the “office” decides not to get the good pens any more but the cheaper ones to save a few pennies, all the while promising that profits will be on the rise! THE FAX MACHINE DOESN’T WORK ANYMORE! BUT THE RISE! OH, HAIL PROFITS ON THE RISE! CAN YOU HEAR IT FROM THE 30th FLOOR ALL THE WAY TO THE BOILER ROOM!?
Oh, the New Year. The New Year.
Praise the New Year.
Drool upon it. Lick it well. Enjoy being led forward by it’s larger than life will.
But do not bow down to it. NO…Please, do not. Bow. Down.
To the New Year, folks.
To the New Year.
Happy New year.