It’s nearing the end of the year, which means a lot of things. Incessant, horrible Christmas music that seriously never, ever EVER ends. Lots of talk of presents, either to give or writing lists of what to get. People being trampled in malls. Pointless year-end observational blog entries and web articles.

This is a post about a future post. The relevance of blogging about blogs to come is a horrifying redundancy that I feel is very well suited to a site whose very name indicates non-essentiality.

I want this years year-in-review to be something kickass, so I’m starting a draft of it early, and unlike recently I’ll actually include images. Gasp. I’ll seek to cover everything from games and movies to whatever arbitrary things I feel like dubbing “________ of the Year.” Gurren-Lagann will probably be mentioned. Constantly. Michael Bay will run a minstrel show, and Nazis will again ride dinosaurs. Bricks will be shat. And one of the site’s writers will be kicked off the island, only to realize that there is only one writer here.

Shake well before serving… Come on, wake up!