We Can Say Merry New Year's Now!
Did you hear? We can say whatever we want now! Merry Christmas is back, baby (Jesus)! I wasn't aware of it's leaving, but it's Irish Catholic goodbye was apparently well received.
A small note about the past two weeks. I mistakenly thought that my one night of Hanukkah posting could last for 8 whole days. Doh! My bad. It worked for the Jews once and I assumed it would again. You know what they say when you assume; you're racist.
Also, Merry Christmas!! Forgot to say that on Monday, as it was Christmas. Did you get good gifts? Does that matter to you? I found it relaxing to spend some time at "home." You know, someone just told me that home is wherever you are with other people, and I like that definition. It captures the Friedmans, as they say. Ahh, the Friedmans.
Anyway, let's move onto those New Year's Resolutions. I'll post next week about my official ones for 2018. But let's take a quick look back at my 2017 ones, which we've never revisited.
1. Stop breaking out into Miley Cyrus songs (check)
2. Have a recurring sketch show at a New York Comedy theater, with new sketches every time. (nope)
3. Craft a solid 10-15 minute set of stand up. (not yet)
4. Perform regularly with 1 or more improv teams. (can't say that I do)
5. Write a few episodes of a television show. (definitely not)
6. Develop a late night television packet. (close, but close only counts in government work)
7. Write a play. (still looking for a good pen)
8. Release a book. (maybe next year)
9. Attend the ever popular play 'Hamilton.' (I did not throw away my shot!)
10. Begin regular classes doing pilates, tai chi, or yoga. (A recent opportunity has presented itself, but no)
11. Join a bowling league. (Haven't pinned this one down yet.)
12. Get a new job. (It's complicated.)
Well, I can say with great certainty that we have some stuff to work on in 2018. I mean, I need to get down to business. It'll happen. You'll see. Just you wait....
Also, before I forget, I was on a podcast. It's a good talk and I had fun. We gabbed about late night, of which I know nothing. See you in 2018. I'm riding this dumpster fire of year into the sunset.