As I write this, I’m two hours away from the last day of the year; I’ve just snuck into a local Starbucks and am stealing their wi-fi bandwidth WITHOUT EVEN BUYING A DRINK. Perhaps I will pour myself a Free Cup of Milk at their concessions bar while I’m at it. The renegade tablet blogger strikes again, boo-yah.
As usual, I’m spending the last two nights of December at a hotel with my family, where we can watch the fireworks and festivities from behind an inch of suicide-proof safety glass. As you can imagine, it is extremely exciting.
I actually am excited though, but not because of the glass. I’m excited because next year is going to be huge. Huge, I tell you. I don’t know how yet, or what it will involve, but I know when at least.
I’m writing this down now so I can look back on this in December 2005, while lounging in my throne room, and I can laugh and say, “Man I was so right.”
Huge. I swear.
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