Hello to the Tens. The Teens. The Twenty Teens. Something.
I've been taking a page from Colbert and been calling this year '010. Oh Ten! Or sometimes I take my cue from Dudley Moore and Bo Derek and just call it '10. As in: Perfect Ten. I suspect that Roy Scheider will win the day, and 2010 will grow to common currency. Twenty Ten. Rolls trippingly off the tongue, no?
So, to start off with a celebration (a little late), let's acknowledge that yesterday was Michael Stipe's 50th birthday.
And, lest that just, you know, freak you the f*ck out, drink a toast to Issac Newton's 467th
Oh, and remember what Tony Wilson said: "No one beats gravity." Watch out for falling apples (but don't let them slow you down.)