I hate these things. But since it is verging on taboo to not make new years resolutions, here goes, in no particular order.
I resolve to either gain or lose weight this year.
I will make every effort not to cut my hair in 2008. And trim my beard only when absolutely necessary.
I quit smoking, for like 18 hours so far; but I’m not making any promises, sorry.
I WILL burn heretics.
I will treat all other world views with respect and listen to their claims, but only so I can try and destroy them.
I will get my “Rain King” tattoo this year, and possibly my new Jesus piece.
I will complete and try to begin selling the official What Trouble are Giants? t-shirts that I KNOW you will buy.
I will at least consider beginning or finishing one of my many books that I have never began/finished.
I will hold/hug/kiss my children, repeatedly.
I will get caught up on all the episodes I’ve missed of LOST.
I will go to confession, often.
I will join the Roman Catholic Church this Easter.
If I don’t miraculously gain super-human powers during this 365 day period, I suppose I will try and get a little more exercise; maybe.
I will visit The Shrine of the Most Blessed Sacrament again, hopefully a few times.
I will daydream, zone out, stare into the distance, build my castle in the clouds, and plant my feet firmly in mid-air daily; same as always.
I will take my kids camping, again. And I hope to catch more fish this year.
I won’t get so tore up by the trials, errors, and misfortunes of my Atlanta Falcons. Frankly, I’m over it.
I will beat the Giants. Or at least face them boldly. With little more than a sling and a few small stones. I’m not making any promises, however, as to the accuracy of my aim.
I will laugh at myself and at the human plight in general. I will seek out the deep, the shallow, the whimsical, the other-worldly, the trivial, and the childish tirelessly. I will plant my flag as far from me as possible. And cast my lot with those I admire. Especially the Lamb, standing, as if slain.
Pax Christi, and Happy 08.
