I got a late start on this last day of the year thanks to little Mishka, whose DNA results I just got. I figured she was a backyard mutt, albeit a cute one. Nope. She’s a purebred. 100% Siberian Husky. May Heavenly Father give me strength and abide by me.

In any case, the little runt has me up at 2 and 4 in the morning pretty regularly, which means me leaping out of bed at 5 a.m. as I normally do just ain’t gonna happen. Now that I’m here, I’ll bang out a quick post with respect to the massive top I’m watching on /NQ. I’m glad I missed the open, actually, because I would have been really pissed at the fight-back rally early on. By the time I ambled in here, the magnetic pull of that line was in full force.

I’ve got a zoo full of pet peeves. Way at the top of the list are (a) narcissism and (b) shallowness. That’s what of the reason people like Lauren Sanchez make me sick. But there’s one guy I’ve written about before, Bryan Johnson, who takes the cake in this area. He made his fortune in tech, and he’s made his longevity and health an obsession. There’s absolutely NOTHING wrong with that, except for the fat that he is constantly saturating the world with me/me/me/me/me updates, as if I give a shit about this creepy, shaved body of his.