Welcome to the past.

I hope everyone, both literally and figuratively survived the idiocy that was/will be/is New Year's Eve. 

So, what do I want to do tonight?   The same thing I do every night...Try to take over the world produce enough nonsense to fill a page.  Assuming of course, I've survived the madness of what will be my New Year's Eve.  Who knows?  I may be the victim of a tragic alien abduction between now and then,  or should that read then and now?  I'm still in my present writing in past tense for the future...

 

"People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey wimey... stuff."(Reference)

At least I'm still writing, your pathetic guesses in the longevity pools have no sway here.  I shall press on, I will write on, you can't stop the signal...(Reference)...  

Hey, pool manager, yeah you.  Is that ten day spot still open?  How much is in the pot?  Oh, well that makes it easy; "ten percent of nothing is, let me do the math here. Nothing into nothin’. Carry the nothin’" (Reference)

See you tomorrow.