Happy New Year!

I could barely watch Dick Clark and his pathetic cripple show on New Year's eve. I don't know which is worse, though: Ryan Seacrest, Mariah Carey, or Dick "Dead or Dying" Clark. I only saw about 95 seconds worth. It was pretty awful. I've been to Times Square in person and I always wonder how they fit that many people in there. When I was there, it was fairly crowded on a weekend, and it couldn't have been more than 10 or 20 thousand people there. How do they fit hundred(s) of thousands in there? I suppose they stand in the street. I wouldn't do that in a million years.

Speaking of million years, some people just hang around too long. Dick should be dead and gone. My philosophy is, if I'm looking like fuck or sounding like shit on a stick, then just bury me. Put me out of my misery. Don't put me on TV and slur and stutter through the whole thing. "Aw woer reary rawk ta tank awl ta piple who ssssow up ta sellerabwate ta nyu yuh..." Shut the hell up, dead donkey. And take Ryan Seacrest with you to hell.

Speaking of years, the crystal set with the year in lights looked really funky bad to me. I swear it looked like "2004". The "6" did not look like a six at all. Everyone was annoyed at me saying, "Shut the fuck up. It's a six!" "It's not a six! It's a four! They fucked up big time." "It's not a four. It looks like a four. It's actually a six." "You're wrong. It's a four!!!"

It looked like a four to me.