Because really, who cares? Tell me, does anybody really want to know what my highpoints and lowpoints of the year were? Do my opinions really carry any weight at all? When you've got umpteen billion people drawing from the same limited pool of things to talk about, you have to wonder if it makes any damn difference.
Or maybe it's just the mood I'm in right now. Maybe I'll come back later on all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and ready to pretend that I'm a "professional" critic. Then again, the views of the "pros" aren't usually more reliable than those of Joe Blogger or Jane Usenet - they just get paid for spouting prejudiced drivel, that's all. Besides, 2006 has been on balance a pretty bad year. Too bad to bother listing any possible Feltzes. So I want to end it on a high note, and just list some of the things that cheered me up the most this year with no pretence at critical opinion whatsoever. Plus it's my 37th-going-on-17th birthday and I want to be happy. So fuck the Feltzes and bring on the Cindys...
My family. Like the theme song from Baywatch says, they're always there.
Friday afternoons. No explanation needed.
High School Musical. As addictive as heroin and far healthier.
Heroes. No movie to come on the big screen this year has had me so anticipated. And it was worth the wait.
The labels Intrada, Varese Sarabande and FSM. Where would I be without them?
Jennifer, Mike, Ken, Butch, John, Brandon and Tom. Champagne for the real friends here.
The US midterms. Proof that the Rolling Stones song "You Can't Always Get What You Want" even applies to His Imperial Smugness.
"Wind It Up." Because it's the first time someone's ever made The Sound of Music bearable.
SuperiorPics.com. The Superficial without the bitterness.
Summer. Purely because it's something to look forward to.
Christmas. See above.
All the ladies listed opposite. See Friday afternoons.
Especially Hayden Panettiere. Mega-ditto.
And Cindy, as ever. Couldn't have done it withour her.
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