As I mentioned last year, 2008 was the first of the Great Years for me. (I cannot promise that that is the last Lord of the Rings reference I will make in this entry. I am, however, fairly certain it is the first.) The year is split for me into “Pre-DC” and “DC” parts. For those of you more seasonally-inclined, I had a summer of discontent (motto: “Someone GIVE ME A DAMN JOB”) followed by a fall of satisfaction. I can’t label winter yet since (as far as I can tell), it has not yet started. Because, seriously, it’s like 50 degrees here every day. This isn’t winter—this is awesome. But anyway.
Since the whole “Implementing the final phase of my seven-year master plan” was obviously the story of my year, let me briefly mention notables in a few other areas.
Media. My e-story of the year would have to be Mad Men’s second season. You know what it wasn’t? A sophomore slump. It was the utter opposite of a slump. A…parabola maybe. I dunno. Math people, get on this.
Late contender: the engagement of Zooey Deschanel and Ben Gibbard—they will have the most excellent indie babies.
Business. Seeing as I until very recently had no bills or investments to speak of, the collapse of economic civilization as we know it (*dun dun DUN*) elicited hardly an eh. However, my condolences to those of you who lost dwellings or jobs. I suggest stashing your money in a can, or perhaps listening to that lovely British woman on the telly who keeps going on about gold.
Late contender: Madoff the Magic Man and His Ponzi Wizardry. You gotta admit that the guy had chutzpah.
News (for those of you scoring at home, I’m basically copying the sections of a typical USA Today newspaper; no need to reinvent the wheel). The final year of election 2008 was obviously the big deal. That half the Republican ticket looked and sounded sorta like me was just gravy. Eerie, eerie gravy. On the plus side, I have something to regale co-workers with at parties. Should my co-workers ever decide to throw any parties. (We’re not exactly a sociable bunch.) (This is why I fit in so well.)
Late contender: Blagojevich, Blagojevich, Blagojevich. If the world can learn THAT last name, certainly there’s hope for mine.
So that about sums it up for me. I’ll be spending most of tomorrow in my happy place (Audrey Hepburn had Tiffany’s; I have a Swedish furniture store). I figure there’s no better way to ring in 2009 than with particleboard and lingonberries.