I don't like this time of year, not for the usual bah-humbug reasons - although I don't like it for those as well - but because it is so sodding dull. Everything of interest shuts down, everybody with something worthwhile to say stops saying it, and there is nothing to do but sit around drinking and watching bad summer television. (On that, is there a difference between bad summer television and bad winter television? I can't spot it, but maybe that's just because I'm drunk.) It is certainly not conducive to good blogging, hence this rather desperate post.
I suppose I ought to mention Christmas, which once again gave the intellectual giants that constitute my family the opportunity to show off their mad bigot skillz. According to my uncle, Box Hill is "full of Asians". Of course, "it's been like that for ages, but now it's wall-to-wall. You don't see too many Australians there!". Grandma, however, spots a silver lining: "At least they don't seem to create havoc, not like the Mormons." The what? "Oh, you know - the Arabs."
Once the Aryan League meeting wrapped up, Christmas at Sterney's turned out to be much like every other year: too much food, not enough drink, and some pretty decent presents including a new, albeit cheap, DVD player, so I can now watch all my zone one discs, like Citizen Kane, The Triplets of Belleville, and, um, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Movie. Righteous!
Anyway, the real purpose of this post, which I've kept until last as a kind of "fuck you" to the inverted pyramid - I'm punk like that - is to say thanks to everybody who has read Sterne during 2006. Cowabunga to you all. I'm planning on having a couple of weeks (or days, as it may be) off from blogging, so I'll catch youse all in the new year.