A Poet-astic New Year (No dice)

So...359 days to the end of the world. Not that anyone's counting.

I'm kinda bummed about not being able to see a much sooner end of the world in high definition. Communication is just really important in a relationship. And if you're gonna no longer stream your episodes of V at the same time you did last year, ABC is just gonna have to face the fact that fans are gonna watch elsewhere, or just not watch ABC at all. I think the worst was they tried to get me to sign up for a facebook application with a ridiculous amount of intrusion by vaguely dangling the carrot of "exclusive video." I used my myspace, because the only TRUE personally identifiable information on there is my e-mail address, but no dice, and no video either.

No dice is a strange phrase. Did they used to give out dice in Cracker Jack boxes or something? You're like "FREE TOY INSIDE, FREE TOY INSIDE" and then you look, and dang, no dice. I feel like dice in cereal boxes, like Hannah Montana, are probably a good way for the Illuminati to corrupt and control the minds of the masses. Or maybe the phrase comes from Monopoly: your opponent is clearly winning, it's just a matter of painful elimination at this point, and "oh whoops, no dice, where could they have gone?" Or maybe it's why they drew straws in the bible: no dice.

I feel like straws are an important cultural phenomenon; I wonder if Andy Warhol ever drew straws. Purple Straw, red straw, green straw, Marilyn Monroe straw. Picasso straws would be amusing, but you probably couldn't drink out of them.

WELCOME TO THE NEW DECADE!!! 2011. Twenty eleven. The 20-00s are gone. Eminem will probably not be the musician of the next decade, I just hope it's not Nicky Minaj, no offense to the very spastic and intelligent Lady Gaga of Gangster Rap. Emo is gone, punk is dead. Soon they'll be playing All American Rejects and Linkin Park on the 00s station on the radio. I feel like 2011, and just this holes zeros and teens thing, are just bad marketing ideas. Everybody wants to spin and sell the new decade, new things, the last decade, the past, the nostalgia...but who wants a book about the 00s...I mean, we could call it the 2000s...but I feel like those will last for a millennia. Welcome to the 10s?

I dove into the Atlantic on sunrise at New Year’s Day...the bay was covered in ice at the time, (the ocean wasn't) it was exhilarating and the sunrise was beautiful. I has video, but I think I’ll save it for the fam, cuz it gets a little risqué. Unfortunately, my zest for life got me sick. Not because I jumped in...but because I jumped in and ran home, burning thousands of calories, and then I didn’t eat, and went to sleep. When I woke up I’d probably lost at least five pounds. I’m not sure what that means for the new year. Perhaps this is the year of overzealousness leading to overload? I hope not, and I thought that was last year.

Some new year's resolutions:
1)Stop complaining. I mean, I pretty much think the world's about me most of the time, but I feel like I should probably think about myself 1/6 billionth of the time or less, and not double-time brain overload think.
2)Post more things online, finish some projects, get some poems published. (My manuscript was rejected, which means they're all fair game.)
3)Stay at least three months behind on messages. (As in, don't fall further behind. I'm in October currently.)
4)Be present. Even if my best friends are in four different countries and I don't like here. Even if here changes 6 times in the next 12 months (Which might be the plan). I can't be everything everywhere all at once all the time.
5)Put God first. My head's learned this one a couple times...pretty much every year for the last five or six. My life is a mess sometimes. Ay. Whatever you've got for me this year God, I pray that my spazziness and obsessive planning doesn't get in the way. I’m excited. Lead on Lord. Walk with us.