Beginning at the beginning

Happy new year. I wish I could say that we did something uniquely New York-ish for the New Year's Eve countdown -- like watching a ball drop while trying to keep warm by rubbing up against a million other people -- but I can't. We stayed home and briefly watched Dick Clark on TV; the guy always seems to have a more rockin' eve than we do anyway. I made mango juice sodas and we toasted the new year. Then I went back to watching the Futurama marathon on Cartoon Network. Because lines like "I am the man with no name: Zapp Brannigan!" are way better than watching Miley Cyrus sing.