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Click, drag, delete. Just saved myself (and you) from a completely indecipherable rant, thanks to those three wonderful steps. I'm a big fan of click, drag, delete. Probably should do it more often.

I'll throw down a few topics for discussion. Perhaps I'll even expand on them later.
--I have no emotional reaction whatsoever to the Bowl Championship Series, which puts me in the minority of football fans. It's no more or less screwed up than letting a bunch of fat, poorly dressed sports writers determine the national champion. (I was once one of those sports writers; not the fat kind, and others can be the judge of the poorly dressed category.) My feeling is this: As long as Florida, Florida State, Miami (Fla.) or Notre Dame isn't the national champion, I'm happy. (It's perfectly OK if Miami of Ohio wins, just not Miami of Florida.)
--Two guys I know announced today they were getting married. Happy new year, indeed. One is my cousin (soon to be known simply as Dr. Cousin) and one is a guy I worked with in Florida who introduced me to the concept of staying calm amid chaos and to the wonder that is single-malt scotch. He lives in D.C. now, working for the Newspaper that Brought Down a President. I couldn't be happier, for both of them. There is no better feeling than to know that you've discovered somebody so incredibly cool that you want to be around them for the rest of your life, vacations and days off included. I met that person when I was 17, but I didn't realize it until several years later. Thankfully, I realized it soon enough.
--Weatherman says it's going to be 19 degrees tonight. Am scratching my head, trying to figure out why the hell I left Florida. (Oh, there it is, right here on the desk; my paycheck stub. Now I remember.)

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