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New Year's 2013: Gagnam Style



As usual, I missed the clock ticking over to 2013.
Last night, we had a couple glasses, watched The Hunger Games and toddled off to bed at 10 p.m. Not that going to bed made much difference; now that the puppy pile has expanded, there is no longer room for my feet.
That meant that I was awake at 2:30 a.m., then 4:30 a.m., then 6:30 a.m.
I took the puppies out and Finnigan immediately started barking at a couple of lame-os standing outside my fence smoking a reefer. He was barking to wake up the neighbors.
What did joint blowers do?
They just stood there and watched him.
I was so mad, I started screaming at them and made Scott get out of bed to bring the hound in.
Sat at my computer, looking at the street and noticed that three cop cars were parked outside the apartment building adjacent to us. Just another night living large in downtown Ottawa.
Welcome 2013. Business as usual.
It's a little early for blogging, but what the hell? There's no newspaper delivery today. Nothing on the tube this early, even with the 57 channels -- nothing on. Ya got that right, Bruce.
Here's hoping for a dope New Year.
Good riddance 2012. Dead dogs. Nearly falling off our own personal fiscal cliff.
Unemployment galore.
What do I wish for, aside from peace and happiness?
I want Scott to fulfill his dream of becoming a bus driver.
I want Nick to finally get a job as a clerk for the revenue department.
And I want no one good, I mean no one, to die this year.
We lost too many good ones last year.
I'm not up for resolutions. They don't work.
When we break 'em, we always feel bad about ourselves.
I'm for positive energy.
New Year's Day 2013.
Gagnam style.

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