So this is ought nine?

To call 2008 one giant, epic fraking fail just somehow doesn't cut it. The suckitude of the year that was is of such a monumental scale that I'm not going to give it the satisfaction of recapping it. If you've 'round these part before then you know, if not, the posts are there.

But, it's a new year. In theory, a new beginning. Clean slate.

I ain't buying it.

Oh nine is likely going to be just as bad, if not worse, than the year that preceded it. Already the list of woe is huge. Money, family, the boss' job and school, hockey, the kids, the continued separation. Calgon, take me the fuck away.

I could try to be optimistic, but it isn't in my nature. I am, at my core, an eternal pessimist. It's a strategy that has serve me well these 32 years, and I tend to stick with something when it works.

But I will admit that I am a little hopeful that things will be better and easier for those of us in the Casa de Gamingwithbaby clan. If for no other reason than if things get much better, everyone's going to be watching the trial of a thirtysomething manatee unfold on CNN.