The Editorial: Twelve Twelve Twelve
Right about now, you’re probably realising that you can’t possibly get half of everything done you’d planned to this year, that you’re nothing you’d imagined a year ago, and that soon, you’ll be trapped into small talk for days on end with relatives you don’t like. (I fully plan on entering advanced eggnog inebriation prior to any attempted merrymaking with Republican relatives.) But fret not, dear friends! I’m here to tell you that it’ll all be alright. Today, after all, is 12/12/12! It isn’t often that the stars line up in such delicious symmetry, but when they do, some craaaaaazy stuff is bound to go down.
So, seize the day. Have a spiced-up, fatty snack to hold you over and do something silly (or symmetrical). Or both. But mostly just cool down and start coasting: it’s just twelve days ’til Christmas, after all. And on the off chance the Mayan apocalypse is too busy to destroy us on the 21st (a date that is 12 spelled backwards, coincidentally), I’ll get back to you around New Year’s time with a loving recap of the past 12 months of ’12. Merry merry!
