It is 2009, now, arguably one of the more science-fictiony-sounding years. Since most of the world cannot be arsed to get back to work until Monday, I intend to reflect the global will and keep this short.
Happy New Year. Toast it gently. Make some resolutions, number one of which should read "Keep my fucking resolutions". And whatever you do, avoid depilatory creams if you are male.
I'll explain later.