(One more thought on the Twilight Zone marathon: You know, a commercial about how "you can reshape your entire body with one! light! portable! system!" might not be the best thing to run right after "Number Twelve Looks Just Like You." Either that, or someone in programming has a fantastic sense of humor.)
Meanwhile, I was fairly relieved to change out my calendar on New Year's Eve (another superstition of mine: never go into the new year with an old calendar). In my own naive way, I'm convinced that 2007 has to be a good year, because it couldn't be any worse than 2006. Again, I say naive because of course it could be worse, because I'm here and I have all my limbs and mental faculties and a nice place to live and I'm not begging on the street. I guess I'm thinking in terms of my own depression--I couldn't possibly screw up my life, mostly by inaction, than I did last year. It's got to be uphill from here. The Wheel of Fortune is my personal card, and I have to believe that I'm cycling upwards again.
Poll: Americans see gloom, doom in 2007. Oh, bullshit. I have talked to so many people who agreed that 2006 was, for some inexplicable cosmic reason, a horrible year and we were all relieved that it was over. Stop calling all the pessimists, survey people.
Camel sacrifice, spray-on condom among 2006 oddities.
Irritating, worn-out words of '06 banned.
"Rose Parade participants dressed as Star Wars characters, including close to 200 fans from the '501st Legion' in Stormtrooper costumes, make their way down Colorado Boulevard during the 118th Tournament of Roses Parade in Pasadena January 1, 2007. The three-piece 'Star Wars Spectacular,' an entry that celebrated the 1977 release of Star Wars, the first film in the sci-fi saga, was a huge draw for many. 'Look mommy, it's Darth Vader!' screamed 5-year-old Allegra Rechner as she wiggled in her bleacher seat to get a better look. The parade's Grand Marshal was "Star Wars" creator George Lucas, who rode in a 1911 Pope-Hartford, Model Y." I am deeply tired of Star Wars, but even I have to say: well-played, Mr. Lucas.
Some 800 inmates riot in California prison.
Former Beatles stalker murdered in California.
'Museum' tops box office with $37.8M; Stiller, Smith achieve box office milestones.
Colorado woman selling snow on eBay.
Ark. man discovers 2.37-carat diamond: "An Arkansas man has found a 2.37-carat white diamond at the world's only diamond-bearing site where visitors are allowed to search for and keep the gems they find. Gary Dunlap of Jefferson named the diamond he found the Star of Thelma to honor his wife of more than 10 years. Dunlap's find was the fourth-largest diamond found in 2006 at the Crater of Diamonds State Park in Murfreesboro. In all, 486 diamonds have been found at the park this year."
Reading diet articles could be unhealthy. You too can look just like Number Twelve!
piratefanatic: "A new addition to the Threatened Species List: OMGWTFPolarBears!" Alas, poor Iorek.
A number of links from istoo: Neil Gaiman wants to make sure that creative people make their wills; www.writely.com's online text editor has been acquired by Google, which means you can log in with your Gmail address, plus store, edit, backup, and collaborate on files; and prompt_a_day features half-sentences to get you started on a potential story.
Woman charged with malicious castration. With her bare hands.
psammead: Indiana Jones and the Retirement Home of Death finally goes into production.
Daniela Edburg photographs our secret cravings: "For anyone who has eaten the whole box, or bag, or carton the photographs in this series make light of our secret binges. Here, the consequences of indulgence are tabloid or monster movie deaths." My favorites: bananas, cotton candy, and Tupperware. (Death by Shampoo is something of an anomaly, as it was Edburg's first composition in the series. The rest seem to focus on food in some way.)