Friday, December 31, 2004

Dept. of Riddance, Good Or, how good it is to be done with a bad, bad year. Ah, 2004. The year that nearly killed me but instead just sent me into debt and despair and somehow spawned a bunch of new music, leaving me with a glimmer of hope. I can't say that I'll be sorry to see it go, but I do fear that 2005 has even more horrific surprises up it's temporal sleeve. Last January opened up with me finding out that They Might Be Giants' Dial-A-Song was no longer working and had been moved entirely to the web. This, as it turns out, was not a good omen. However, it was also the year that GarageBand arrived in the house! Paving the way for a renaissance of Maggie Music that flowed forth from my Mac and onto the pages of MacIdol. This was also the year that I turned 40, and, with that milestone, my body promptly started to fall apart. First, I had to get my first pair of reading glasses, my eyes going all far-sighted like clockwork at forty. Then, in June, my appendix decided to commit hari-kari, blowing itself up all over my inside. After a respite of a few months, my gallbladder decided to go tango uniform on me, sending me to the hospital on election day. And oh my, what an unmittagated clusterfuck of a national disaster election it was! The country was battered and bruised after one of the nastiest and divisive campaigns in recent history and leaving nearly half of us really, really sorry. I'm dreading what fresh Bush-y Hell awaits us and the world in 2005. Of course, to really dot the islands and cross the trees (right off the islands), 2004 went out with a planetary shudder, creating a tsunami that, as of this writing, has killed at least 120,000 people along the shores of the Indian Ocean. So, good riddance 2004- please let the door hit you good and hard on the way out. You certainly let all of us have it. 6:10:35 PM     leave/read comments []