Soon we will be done with 2007, and apart from the birth of my wonderful daughter, the continued awesomeness of my fantastic wife and son, and a couple of big strides taken on the road to Professional Writerdom, the past 363 days have pretty much been a wash. The Bhutto assassination was pretty much the cherry on the cake of a lousy year. So, 2007, let us speak no more of you. Good day, 2007! I said GOOD DAY, SIR!
(Next year, expect to see more stuff on the 'ol Pet Cobra. I have neglected this site, and plan on rectifying that with a steady stream of random thoughts, meandering screeds, etc.)