So I hear 2004 has begun. I’m excited.

No, not about new generations of petrochemical-based food wrap. No, not about new special-effects-studded blockbuster failures. No, not about new technological advances in underarm deodorant.

Not about brilliant new television commercials. Not new state-of-the-art NASA-researched hybrid polymer-fabric textiles. Not fantastic retailing inroads.

(I’m not sure what I just said makes sense, but in any case, I’m not excited about it.)

I’m not even excited about the ballooning opportunities for satire, the exponentially growing targets of ridicule.

Now that I think of it, I’m not excited. But I have hopes for 2005.