Time is a man-made construct. Everything and nothing is happening at the same moment. We are doomed to delude ourselves in the hope of establishing some measure of progress. Humanity is ever shackled to its own limited perception of the cruel, meaningless world into which it's been unceremoniously dropped.
Now that's the Whiskeysoldier way.
My resolution for the new year is to beat the Large Hadron Collider in a fistfight. Previous resolutions have included:
-Go on a diet.
-Eat something while it's still alive.
-Taunt a small child with a starfish.
-Get a gym membership.
-Make a music video for a song that doesn't exist.
-Ruin other people's resolutions.
-Tirelessly fight for a remake of 2004's 'Manchurian Candidate' remake.
-Wait until February before I call the year a total waste.
-Use the sentence, "He would've been world champ if he hadn't been hit by that space shuttle" in a context that almost makes sense.
-Meet Guy Pearce.
-Write, direct, and edit a love story starring Josh Hutcherson and Hellen Mirren and then never release it.
-Adopt a baby girl.
-Neglect a baby girl.
Happy New Year's, everyone. I hope your 2010 was wonderful, and if it wasn't, I hope 2011 goes a long way in making up for that. Pop the champagne, kiss the one you love or the one you want to love (but ask first), and then nurse that hangover with another year of Whiskeysoldier.