…Howard Dean’s head will explode from internal pressure.

…some actor will be caught with his pants down, and the media will talk about it until long after we stop caring.

…at least one major newspaper/news magazine will go bankrupt, after spending way too much ink on that actor who got caught with his pants down.

…some natural disaster will occur, and global warming/America/the secret death-ray will be blamed as the cause.

…scientists will announce the discovery of extraterrestrial microscopic life beneath the surface of Mars. Creationists will immediately denounce this as a Satanic conspiracy, and claim that Mars is in fact the location of Hell.

…a people’s revolution, demanding full democracy, will topple the Iranian regime. France will offer political asylum for the exiled leaders.

…T** C***** will divorce. And get married. And break Oprah’s couch.

…bloggers will become more powerful than the press. Then the CORRUPTION of blogging sets in.

The only thing I hate more than top ten lists are year end lists of “what’s hot and what’s not.” Who the hell authorized these morons who write for the style section and lifestyle magazines to decide that crap? I’ll eat sushi or Cajun or Thai food anytime, not because some metrosexual thinks it’s cool.

Oh yeah, the only other thing I hate more than top ten lists and “what’s hot, what’s not” lists are new year’s resolutions. If a resolution is worth keeping, it’s worth making whenever it occurs to you to do it.

Huh… that’s only three things I hate about this time of year… need another seven to make ten…

Correction:

>I already wrote enough bullshit in 2005, who needs more!

90% of those things are written (or mostly written) long before Thanksgiving.

So I hurry on over here to see what the rumpus is, and I find that it’s merely an aversion to numbering. Whew!

Must have been all the year-end holiday baccanalia in which I have been indulging. I will chalk this mistake up to too much drink. Because after all, sooner or later, everything is just Bartalk.