Underpants On The Outside

Sorry, everybody. I had to run to the john really quick, make a few phone calls, you know how it is. What’d I miss?

Oh. 2009. Well, whatever. Personally, I think 2009 was a total bunk year, and I’m glad it’s gone. I’m racking my brain, but other than a few good Lost episodes in there and the fact that I finally got around to watching Battlestar Galactica (which was amazing)… I got nothing.

I will say this: when the most memorable things about your year are a couple of television shows, it’s safe to assume you just got fatter. What’s weird is I’m not that much bigger or  heavier than I was on January 18, 2009, and yet somehow I’m fatter none the less. 2009 made my soul fat.

But I’m not here to dwell on the negative. 2010 is here and I’ve got a good feeling about this one*, so the Underpants is back in business! As someone who spent months debating whether to start his wedding vows with “In all likelihood…”, I’m not one who likes to make promises, but I’m going to post much more often this year. Count on it!  (Don’t count on it.) I’m also bringing back my 24 posts, as well as posting on the final season of Lost, because this year, the Supermodel is finally going to let us hit that.  (She’d damn well better.)

Auld Lang Syne, everybody.

*You gotta like any year that starts with you waking up to the following text: “You punched mark in the chest, me in the chest and arm and bit Katie in the ass. Well done.” For those of you who don’t know, my wife is not named Katie.  Well done indeed, me.