New Year's Eve Musings.
I hope they get a bead on the 19 terror suspects, pronto. It could just be me, but this has the feel of a story that the government did not want to get out.
One of these years, Dick Clark is going to drop the pretense of being alive, guzzle a two-liter of type-O negative on New Year's Rockin' Eve, and scream "The Reign of the Warm Bloods has ended! Now, you are cattle for the nosferatu! Prepare to live your what remains of your futile lives Under The Fang!" He will then transform into a bat and flap away into the night as the ball drops.
Finally, for those of you who have commented, linked to, written to, or merely read this site: Have a Happy New Year!