No shit, our little mudball just got done with yet another long, dreary circuit around the big fireball! For the 2,019th time since Jesus. And here we go again for Round#2,020. Hold tight, fellow astronauts, and try not to get bumped off, for it might get a bit bumpy this time around.
Good hope for y’all. Farewell to the fallen – RIP.
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Yes another “long dreary circuit” indeed.
I have always been puzzled by those who find joy in celebrating the new year. I think it is just part of the human experience that people take part in without really thinking about the “why” and “for what reason”
We like numbers. Especially big numbers. “30” and/or “31” aren’t quite big enough for us to feel self important, or we’d run around screaming “Happy New Month” every month. But the ones place holder in the year – well. There’s reason to act odd and drink excessively.
It’s like with auto racing – who wants to sit down and watch an event called “Jims Big Race?” No. Think big numbers and intimidation. Now – let’s go watch the Black Thunder Mega Ultra Atomic Seven Seventy Five Nuclear Ninety Nine Thousand Super Dual Quad Eighty Five Hundred Smash-n-Crash desert race. (Throw in something with a “K” in it, and now people are shivering with added excitement – you know, “100 Ultra Diamond”, “25K Super Jam Ram”, etc.)
Now you’ve got people’s attention . We like big numbers. They excite us. Woo woo woo.