OK, it's that time of year again. The time of year when everyone and their dog waxes nostalgic about all the shit nobody cares about from the year past, and stupidly predicts the next year in the grim knowlege that when the next New Year comes along nobody will remember that the dumbass predicted a bunch of foolish shit that turned out to be complete and utter balderdash.
I might as well, too. Just like I did last year (yes, a lot of this was pasted from last year's final chapter).
Things have slowed down a bit this last year, although you wouldn't think so from the journals (unless you read last year's journals). It has been a sad year, though, filled with sickness, pain, and death. Linda died of cancer in February, and Charlie nearly died from a hole in her intestine. I haven't seen Charlie for quite some time.
Linda would be 48 had she lived. Tammy, the girl mentioned in the last PD journal, is 48. I still don't know where that one's going, but I'm still hopeful. Maybe stupidly hopeful.
I don't think I journaled about it, but Tami almost broke her face a month or so ago. We'd been at Amy's drinking, and got in an argument on the way home. "Let me out!" she demanded, so I did. The next day she had a black eye and the left side of her face was green. She said she was walking to Jess' and got chased by some guys, and she fell and hit her face on the railroad track.
I mashed my finger in the car door. The nail's black, but is growing back. I've got a nasty cold right now, I called in sick today and will probably be out sick tomorrow, too. Better than cancer or gettinig your face mashed on a railroad track or a hole in your gut!
This year the Paxil-Diary type journals are more of a "Life in Springfield" journal. The list includes cartoony newspaper articles that don't necessarily involve me. At least one previous one, Dork Side of the Moon is one I can think of off the top of my head, had a newspaper excerpt but that one actually did involve me.
I kissed an ex-marine on the lips
How to get rich in a bad economy
Alien vs Lucifer
Homer Simpson's Uncle Freddy Arrested in Springfield
Skywalker charged with murder
Trolling at the Springfield St. Patrick's Day Parade
The Alien's Return
More Springfield cartoons
Sickness, pain, and death. And Star Trek.
Cory Doctorow hurt me!
July the 4th be with you
July 20, 1969
She fell off the wagon...
Hungry enough to eat a horse shoe?
Mo, hos, and no hos
I Love Lucy
Nerd City -- A Cartoon
Nothing But Trouble
Double the trouble, double the fun
The Cartoon Terrorist
Radioactive Snow, Radioactive Teeth
Adjustment Disorder with Depressed Mood
Booze 1, Simpson 0
The Dinner Party
Christmas Time in Springfield
A Merry Christmas
In 2009 they idlized the submissions pages, both the page you submit stories in and the page where it shows your submissions, so I wasn't able to submit many stories.
Steam-Powered Car Breaks Century-Old Speed Record
LHC To Start Back Up In November At Half Power
Creativity Potentially Linked To Schizophrenia
123456789 Happens Today
Tennesee Man Charged In "Virtual Pornography" Case
DHS To Kill Domestic Satellite Spying Program
LED Lighting As Cheap As CFLs Invented
Do Nerds Have Better Sperm?
Last year's predictions:
I predicted that I'd not find a monogamous relationship, and I may or may not have. I'd pursued Tami (God only knows why), wining and dining her until her BF broke up with her. She'd always bragged that she only had sex "for the right reasons" and never did one night stands, so on a bright Saturday morning after a Friday night of heavy drinking when she'd crashed on my couch, when she got in bed with me and took off her pants, what was I supposed to think? But she claimed that I wasn't, in fact, her new BF after all... Who knows what lurks in the heart and mind of that crazy woman?
This year I predict we'll all take a trip around the sun, and that women will continue to take advantage of me.
Also, next year I plan on putting an asterisk in front of the "Life in Springfield" (paxil-diary type) journals so those of you who read these for that kind of journal won't have to be bothered with the rest of them.
Happy new year!