After writing a brief look ahead at 2013, I realized that the ridiculously rambly spiel about my Exciting! New! Plan! for glassware in 2013 would make an excellent post for Hoperatives. You know, because that blog over there is about the beer, like, 24×7. Of course, as with any post I’ve written, you can rest assured that I wandered off topic and had a few words unrelated to the size and shape of glasses I’d be drinking from in the coming year.
So! If you’re the slightest bit curious about my official position on New Year’s Resolutions, and why I tend to play along these days when I might not have been much of the joiner in my youth, you should click through this link and read along to find out.
With that out of the way, there was one other piece of business to cover today. Well, that and a warning.
Before I get to that rather ominous bit, though, someone (and by someone, as is usual, I mean the voices in my head) asked me to list my three favorite posts from 2013. Honestly, that was a tough one.
Well, after much consideration and wading through the 200+ posts I wrote over the course of the year, I think I’ve settled on the three that meant the most to me.
- There’s the one about the pine wood derby tank, which I love because it demonstrates that even fumbling, craft-less hands like my own can help produce great things with the proper motivation.
- There’s the one from Valentine’s Day, because I’m a huge sap at heart, yet am still immature enough to giggle at the fact that I spent my Valentine’s Day evening doing some plumbing. No, seriously, actually toilet repair.
- The one about the seemingly never-ending little league baseball game, because it starts with me complaining and ends with the realization of why we spend our lives playing games we aren’t very good at in the first place. For an author querying his first novel, it was a particularly pointed conclusion.
Are these the best posts I wrote this year? Probably not. I’m not even sure they’re really any good. But each one entertained me in a certain way, and each of these also meant something to the Puddinette. And as we all know, entertaining her is why I do this in the first place.
Then again, odds are good that if you take my opinion and add a $4, you could buy yourself a small decaf, non-fat, no-whip latte.
Oh, and as for the dark and scary warning I mentioned above? I’ve got an itch to mess with the blog’s theme and some of the underlying mechanisms for How Things Work around here. So keep an eye out for new stuff, and don’t freak out if one morning nothing looks quite familiar – that’s just the man behind the curtain mucking things up.
And if there’s one thing we all need, it’s a little stirring up the pot from time to time.
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