So it’s 2012 now. Let the apocalypse begin. I haven’t been doing a lot of writing in my ’blog lately, as I’ve been busy getting the new version of Grunch Road out there and getting the first sequel ready for release. I’ve really re-thought most of the stories, taking out a lot of the supernatural elements and keeping it more in the real world, all working up to the big reveal in Book 4 (Book 5 if you count Grunch Road) where I explain what the Grunch is and where it came from.
So now we’re in a new year, and I haven’t done any of the things I usually do at the new year, like write a post looking back at 2011 or issuing my semi-fearless predictions for the new year. One thing I am pretty sure is not going to happen this year is the end of the world. Still, I will get a good laugh at the expense of those who buy into all this eschatological nonsense. Maybe 2012 will be the year we finally realize how stupid this all is, and stop running around like Chicken Little screaming that the sky is falling. Then again, probably not. 2020 is looking good for the end of the world, too.
I haven’t made any predictions this year, but last year I did slightly better than Harold Camping. I was write that the world did not end on May 21, but it sure seemed like it was going to on May 22, when I had my first up-close and personal meeting with a tornado. Auntie Em! Auntie Em! I was right about the announcement that this would be the final season of Desperate Housewives. I still think in the final scene, Mary Alice Young will wake up and it was all a dream, and Wisteria Lane is really a skanky trailer park full of sleazy white trash. I also got one hit on my death list, Harmon Killebrew. Therefore, this year, everybody is on my death list.
And A New Butts!
This handsome young man started showing up on Facebook on New Years Day, seen here with his deliriously delighted dad, my nephew Joshua Butts, here with his new born son Elias, the new Keeper of the Family Name. Little Elias was born on the day after his cousin Emma’s birthday, so sorry, Josh, you have to wait until next year to take the tax write-off. Oh, and save the kid’s birth certificate in case he ever wants to run for president someday.
Another little bundle is on the way to my other nephew’s house, as I’m told Josef and Lisadell are expecting a baby girl any month now, which brings my total number of “great-neicephews” to four, three girls and one boy to carry on the proud family name. The circle of life continues.
Welcome to the family, little man. Welcome to the world.Share