Time flies doesn’t it? It’s bloody 2006 already. I’ve lived 3.1 decades and counting. Bejeezuz. It’s scary, exciting, unflailingly unpredictable. Will I be rich? Will I be famous? Que sera sera. Eh?
Nevermind.
2006 is as eccentric and psychedelic as I want it to be. That’s right. I claim rights to two-zero-zero-six. Or two-naught-naught-six. I declare it my year. To hell with everyone. To hell with logic and every rational thought conceivable. THIS IS MY YEAR.
And, my resolution is…
Waitaminnit! I need a resolution? I mean, it’s the new year. I need something to make me new. To be new. To be different from last year. To not do things I did last year. To do things I did not do last year. Hmm.
What the heck. Resolutions don’t work for me. You know why? I’d much prefer to declare it then do it. Right that very instant. I don’t need to remind myself – “Oh, you need to lose 5 kilos this year.” Or, “you need to stop smoking.” I’m already doing it. I have already done it.
So here goes. *Drum roll…*
My resolution is 300dpi! It was 150dpi last year. Not too blur, not too sharp. This year’s more focused. Sharper. To the very dot. Complete and total detail at 800% zoom view.
Hah! Take that.
Oh er… Happy New Year everyone! Have a splendid, fantastically funny, inhumanely prosperous and absolute butt-whipping 2006!
