Stolen from AKA Binsk (pictured), here are the first lines of the first posts of each month this year.
January: Holiday Road
I am sitting in the office of my house typing this while my family is asleep in the next room.
February: Literary Consumption & Digestion
I have had, like a lot of Typepad users, a little booklist on my blog since 2005.
I fucking hate being sick.
April: The Danger of Nipple
I don't know if any of the rest of you are concerned about this, but Portuguese fashion designer Fatima Lopes has the power to overthrow governments, collapse capitalism, and crush rational debate and human interaction underfoot with her newest creations.
May: Little Sunday Drive
Sunday, as it turns out, is a good day for an NPR listener to take a road trip.
June: A Farewell to Sense
One of the interview subjects in Michael Moore's film, Fahrenheit 9/11, is suing him because the clip used of him makes him appear to be anti-war, and he's not.
July: Stones - 24 Hours a Day
Last night driving into Nashville from P'cola, I was pulling the last part of the stretch, and surfing between whatever stations I could get at the Alabama/Tennessee border for about 100 miles.
August: Oh, the Places You'll Go (virtually)
Everyone else does this now and again, where they put up an entire entry of just links you ought to go see.
September: Open Letter to Warren Jeffs:
Mr. Jeffs, My congratulations to the Nevada authorities who have, at last, apprehended you.
October: A Simpleton's Faith
My chief objection to funerals has, in the past, been that I don't really see the point in sitting in a (usually consecrated) room while some pastoral functionary who may or may not have even known the deceased tries his level best to make everybody cry, like there's a quota, like it's Amway, like it's a personal challenge to fill the house with damp and weepy eyes.
November: Rock the...Whatever.
I remember a time - back in the late 90s I think it was - when I would bitch endlessly about my government until I was blue in the face, often with a bottle of something # Proof in my clenched fist, and often addressing (directly or otherwise) some asshole or another in an official position of authority.
December: Seriously, though?
Under the category of "All Fundamentalism Breeds Humorless Insanity," we have this guy, Muslim cleric Abu Bakar Ba'asyir, recently released after being held in connection with the 2002 bombings in Bali, which resulted in the deaths of a couple of hundred people, so I hope his "involvement" is tangential, and not that someone made a clerical error.
See you in 2007, all.