Well, very belated Merry Christmas; belated Happy New Year; and hope your January isn't as global-warming-cracked-out as mine has been. Anyhoo...

Not too much news to report, sadly. The sun came a few times this week, which was nice, and rare for the ROC city in January. Also, it hit 65 degrees--also rare, to say the least. But I'm fat and happy, so I'm not really worried. Al who?

Also, my lovely lady got us Springsteen tickets for March. She had to sell our as-yet-unborn firstborn to afford them, but it's going to be so worth it. You can always have more kids, but The Boss? That's a no-brainer.

Otherwise? Hmmm...Papi is as ferocious as ever (and it turns out he was in the crate all along). My lady is as lovely as ever, sporting new and daring haircuts all the time. We are Netflix members now, which is ok. I need to manage the queue myself, because I sometimes have different filmic preferences from certain other Netflix members with whom I am in love. For example, "License to Wed" would not have found itself at the top of a me-managed queue. In a thousand years.

But to each his/her own. Far be it from me to heckle others' movie picks, especially when I am proud owner of the original, animated Transformers movie, as well as the original, animated Daft Punk movie. Both of which I love. And watch. So there.

Ok, people, consider yourselves updated. I think this is post # 99, so let's party like it's 19-. Miss you all and looking forward to seeing the Massholes in February.

Go January tanning outside with me in our brave new warmed world,

TR