2009, Good RIDDANCE
This is my dog, Gertie. Going for the jugular of 2009. I think she relished every second of thrashing it around. This is what I am doing as I'm taking stock of a dark year; ripping the f'ing stuffing out of a stupid length of days. Of course there were bright spots: my third nephew arrived, uh...OK, a bright spot. I remember a year ago, how hope-filled it was. New president for my country, new president for my university job. It quickly turned to votes of no-confidence, talk of death panels, and screaming hate-filled town halls. To sum up, here's how the last week of 2009 went: an art department colleague is busted for child porn in his office, my sister-in-law's dog Patsy Cline dies on Christmas morning, and I get diagnosed with lupus. I'm pissed. Anger is a great motivator. It's a new year. Gertie took a nap after she tore her toy apart. I just took a long walk and now I'm writing this. I refuse to take all of this laying down. A friend told me this morning that a 5 year old told her that afros are for protection from predators. Girlfriend, I am picking mine out right now. I'm double-tying my red cape and shining my pointy magical boots. Don't forget to look up in 2010. I'll be flying.