New Year's Eve Round-Up - Part I

Many thanks again to our Llama Military Correspondent and Mrs. LMC for hosting self and family for New Year's. As always, it was great to get together with them again.

Our celebrations tend to be pretty low key. Usually, once dinner is over, we simply sit about and catch up. Sometimes we pop in a movie. Almost invariably, we switch on Dick Clark's Rockin' New Year Whatever-It-Is with about twenty minutes to go, just to see what is happening in Times Square.

This year, I detracted from (or added to, depending on how you see it) the conversation by promptly dozing off in my chair. Lest anyone get any ideas that this was the result of the Llama not being able to hold his liquor, I will assert here and now that such was not the case, and that I'd simply had a very long day. (You try road-tripping with three small hyperactive children and see how long you last on the party circuit.)

Anyhoo, I came back to the surface about fifteen or twenty minutes before midnight and damme if the first things I didn't see on the tee-vee were the beady eyes and rat-like, crack-etched visage of "Snoop Dogg" apparently wishing Dick Clark a fizzizzly New Year or something. I tell you truly that I loathe and despise that man. So far as I can see, there is no redeeming aesthetic or social quality in him whatsoever. I would also point out to those people in Hollywood who have decided to bring Mr. "Dogg" and his ilk into the mainstream that there are no release clauses in contracts signed with the devil.