'Aught Eight just doesn't sound as good...

It didn't feel like New Year's Eve at first, but it was nothing a little bubbly wine with cranberries, some lovely snow, a Canadian trivia game, and hilarious resolutions about time-share man-wives (they're docile, attractive, do the dishes, and are gone half the week -- what more could you want in a man?) couldn't fix. I wish all of you good fortune, good food, and good friends in '08. Also, on a more global scale, here's hoping the Beijing Olympics are good for, not detrimental to, the unfortunate state of human rights in China. It's a faint hope, but who knows...