Auld-Lang-Syne

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Sayonara, Year 2000… you absolutely fucked up year, you! The Tribe called Brooks offers its one-fingered salute to your passing.

You fuck.

With my buddy Graham being beat up, and me getting a sweet, talented girl in a load of trouble with the way I clown around here… I am already in a bad mood and expect life to continue to treat me like a port-a-potty…

    My 2001 Resolutions:

  • Become an alcoholic.
  • Smoke more.
  • Treat everyone like they’re a pathological liar.
  • Make a Digital Divas, Joe Jennett and a Jason Kottke “Shooting Gallery” game in Shockwave Flash, and see which one is the most popular with all the misfits in CyberTown.
  • Develop Tourette’s Syndrome
  • Get a hot-looking girlfriend.
  • Become a better husband & father.
  • Make Kaminsky’s life a living hell.
  • Nah… we had a pretty nice (and quiet) New Years here at home… that’s what you do, when you’re buried in snow and broke. Except for the last three, none of those resolutions were true. :0) HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!

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