Before karaoke there was lipsyncing into a fake microphone (mine was a broom) and jitterbugging with a doorknob to get the footwork down. When the fireworks light up the place where 1/3rd of a million people come to liquify frozen dreams, I just might go with whatever pops into the moment knowing it probably will be to go back to sleep. Whenever the first urge hits next year, I want to fill the space with brilliance and dedicate the unrestrained opportunity to a potion worthy of this mind's extractions. There's a story that needs imparting and 2011 might be the year it gets out. 'Til then.