Blogagaard's Year in Review

I know you've been busy this year, gentle reader, but I'd like you to kick back for a second and consider that, at the very least, we've grown one year nearer to the death of our dear sun, Sol. This past year you may of have had your problems with your physical well-being, natural disasters, money, job stress, unemployement stress, idiotic politicians on all sides, family issues, ennui issues, sexual identity issues, or perhaps, like we here at Blogagaard, you've been methodically hunted across the globe by a towering pillar of fire that calls itself Pestilence and laughs when you spray it with mace, but in light of the fact that yes, one distant day our sun will go out (that is, if we're still here, defying all odds by our very presence) and everything that's happened in the past year will be pretty much meaningless, more or less, because no one will remain who remembers any of it.

But even if people do go on beyond the death of our sun, some great sturdy tribe of historians who actually give a damn about 2005 (this is being very, very optimistic) would that even matter? Why does 2005 matter? Why does any year fucking matter?

I'll tell you why. We've loved , and we've been loved.

Happy New Year.

19 comments:

Something dirty said...

somehow the futility, even of love (because it is futile), is comforting to me today

Anonymous said...

Spray that mace on Dave, spray on...

Anonymous said...

If the sun does die we will be saved, because you are just a great big ball of sunshine.

Kelly Coyle said...

Clearly, someone whonked Dave on the head about 2/3s of the way through that post and finished it for him. Or else he's actually a sweetie.

Something dirty said...

kelly thinks you're a sweetie! or you have a concussion, possibly brain damage! woo-hoo!

Anonymous said...

Well David,
We thought your ideas on "good will" might have been a fluke. It seems we were wrong. An unlikely event, but such is the nature of the human mind-mysterious though simple.
The sun is dying, yes, this is the course of entropy. The method of all energy, because energy is life David.
The sun, this aging star, will die. The complexities of Earth will run their course and deplete just as the organs that work beneath your fragile shell of skin and bone.
Why does any "fucking" year matter you ask. Because the world is, just as you are. Without purpose, no matter how futile, there is nothing. Your idea on love is a example of this.
The human species has not valued or even contemplated its full potential. But there is time, just as there are other stars, other places well beyond.
Well, I must be off. Many to look in on.
Happy New Year David, I have a strong suspicion it's going to be a good one for you.

David Oppegaard said...

Thank you SD, Kelly, Viney, Mikey, and Anonymous, for your lovely comments. When I was still a young man, I often wondered if I'd turn into Scrooge, pre-Christmas spirit revelation. Let's face it, I have definite Scrooge-like tendancies: I blurt out whatever it is I'm thinking, no matter what riotus damage may ensue, and I don't exactly go out and embrace the world everyday(except on the Web, of course), and I have the attention span of a gnat, which makes people think that I'm not listening to them (of course, sometimes I'm not), and they take this personally, the fact that they'll be talking and I suddenly slip away like the space cadet I am. I could go on about my bad traits, but I think my point is made.

Yet, I've started to think I may not end up like Scrooge after all. The pull to the grumpy side is strong. I'll give it that, but it's my friends and family that always tug me back again.

Thanks.
You sons of bitches.

Michelle said...

I was sitting here thinking, 'Kelly, this guy took too many of your classes!' Then I read your last line. Hope springs eternal...

David Oppegaard said...

Kelly's classes were tough, Michelle with 2 ls. A bootcamp for the mind.

Amethyst Vineyard said...

What about people who haven't loved or been loved by anyone all year? What are they supposed to cheer themselves up with?

David Oppegaard said...

you can always love yourself, if you know what I mean.

David Oppegaard said...

Ha ha. Blogs are so fun.

Kelly Coyle said...
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Kelly Coyle said...

I try to love myself, but I end up just taking advantage. I guess I should call the next day, but I never do.

David Oppegaard said...

So far, 2006 rocks.

JimiPhoenix said...

Yeah, mace doesn't work, I've tried. But this was a nice New Year's post. Better than any I've read thus far, actually. Cheers ;)

You totally stole my idea of a sturdy tribe of historians though.

Voix said...

I agree with the cute guy from London. This is a good New Year's post. Mine is totally lame.

We're all gonna die, so go fall in love or something.

David Oppegaard said...

Red wine, white wine, where the hell did I dine?

-Peter Frampton

Kelly Coyle said...

Ha ha, this one didn't make 20 comments.

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