Cuppacafe

Yes, you knew one of these days I'd either get better or get worse, and it looks like I'm getting better. My cough meds are down to the minimum now, so the risk of my dingy head penning some post I'll later deny writing is almost zero. This was probably the sickest I've been without having a significant fever in well over a decade.

Over the last several weeks, I've been reading about all the current events but haven't really had the will to comment much. I hope to change that over the next few weeks.

So, you'll see my recaps on several items that have made the headlines like:

• Britney Spears' upcoming suicide event -- no doubt there'll be cameras there, but how many?
• And was Dr. Phil really fired by Oprah for barging in on Britney's hospital room?
• The Writers Strike is forcing not only reality show proliferation, but also forcing the major networks to grab shows from the cable channels they own and promote them to prime time -- how long before Tony Soprano is up against Simon Cowell and the rest of American Idol'ers?
• The Dead Heat in the Presidential primary process -- Why don't the Dems just split the difference between Obama and Hillary and nominate Oprah?
• And what's the deal with Huckabee and Chuck Norris? Will Chuck be put on the government payroll as a way of counteracting the threat of a shirtless Putin?
• The surging Canadian dollar, (aka "loonie) has put a major chink into anyone who's in the business of putting ink on paper -- Where comic books and romance novel printing north of the border is squeezing the margins so tight you can practically hear the cover models sigh.

This year I also hope to comment on larger topics such as

• Global warming -- and the global warming hype
• The Paparazzi After Britney -- Who'll be the next unstable star they hound to death?
• Crazy religions at your door -- Tom Cruise's laughter scares everybody -- Where is your Ron Hubbard now?

This year promises to deliver a lot of fun, pain and excitement, along with the shock that we're all just a little less innocent than the year before. I'm a cynic -- I've been one ever since I discovered that Santa Claus was fake. But I'm also hopeful -- I've been one ever since I realized that Santa Claus can also be used as a metaphor of giving and the spreading of hope and joy.

So while I may ramble in this blog on about the variety of foibles of various aspects of the human condition that hit the headlines, know too that I look forward to a good future in which we all somehow struggle through and prosper.

We're back.

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