Hey, everybody stay safe out there tonight.

I am doing… nothing. Blissful nothing: the Patreon stuff is up and the newsletter can wait until tomorrow. I’m not going to go get blitzed, either: I’m almost fifty, thanks. I’ll likely see the New Year because I’m always up that late, but I might call it in early, at that.

Yup. Mister Fuddy-Duddy, that’s me. And happy about it, too.

Happy New Year’s Eve!

We are following the usual tradition here of not doing anything, because there are lunatics out on the road who are drinking heavily.  I am sure that you are all more sensible than that, and hope that you avoid the people who are not.  And that we all have a good 2019.

Also: all the Patreon stuff is up for this month. Enjoy!  …Or sign up, then enjoy!

Belated New Year’s Eve warning: please be careful out there.

I have no plans. Well, not true: I had plans — putting the finishing touches on this month’s gaming supplement for Patreon — and now they are done.  2017 was not actually the dog’s breakfast for me that it seems to have been for most of my Twitter and Facebook feeds; we’re all in good shape here at the house, I saw some movies I liked, and I sold a thing!  So let’s not have anything bad happen on the roads tonight, OK?  Stay safe and raise a glass at midnight where you’re going to be OK.

Moe Lane

PS: My usual toast.  To the truly deserving! — There’s so damned few of us left.

New’s Year in a couple of hours.

Right now I’m just waiting to see whether the sleeping kid with the cough is going to turn into the crying kid with the ear infection – ah, the glamorous life of the right-wing political blogger – so while we’re waiting for 2011 to end, let me offer two toasts.

The first is my traditional one offered whenever a bunch of RedState writers are present: Confusion to our enemies! – God knows it’s not hard.

The second is new: To 2012! …Now go get yer war paint on.

Moe Lane