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Sunday, January 01, 2006
Happy New Year (Special Occasion)
Well, the time has come to celebrate the new year. All is well, peace on Earth, and that's the way it goes. After all, we can all enjoy the new year - a clean slate, a risen dawn, and countless other synonyms.
I hope everyone's having a happy new year (I hope so, but let's face it, not everybody is; by a long shot). However, at this merry period, I must crush the festivity to report an outrage!
But why am I doing this? Why must I ruin the fun? Well, because I think it should be said that -in Scotland at least - a conspiracy is afoot! When I was younger, I recall the midnight TV was full of happy halls of people dancing the jig, strathspey, and all those other Scottish words, while some cheery musicians (bagpipers, violinists, trumpets, and whatever else) smiling away at the informal fun.
But, NO!! In recent years, it feels too much like a music show for my liking! Such a disgrace! Now, it's an audience sitting (or, indeed, standing) in front of some famous people playing songs for them to clap to once they're finished! There's even a presenter! Whaa! No! Formality! Ritual! Famous people! Such pain that can't be shared! Empty! Oh, desolation! Where is the world?! All is adark! The void! The separation! Pain, suffering, melancholy!
And so on.
Oh, alright, maybe I'm exaggerating. The point is, things have/are changed/changing when it comes to 'hogmanay' (Scottish word for something to do with new year), and whether this is a good thing is purely up to the view of each person. I'm something of an old person at heart, so bear with my rambling on those young ruffians who altered the format of Scottish new year.
I suppose I'm the same person who was upset at this Elvis fellow ruining classical dancing. In a purely metaphorical sense, I mean.
Having said all this, I'm glad the television bothers to do anything for new year, so thankfulness is in order. It could easily have just sat there with a blank screen instead. And plus, the greatest upside to the whole year: they seemingly brought back the happy scientist who last year remarked that the world was going to be told about something in space that would 'revolutionise the world forever', or something to that effect. I'd appreciate it if someone would tell me exactly what that thing was, by the way. I must have missed it.
At any rate, he came back (assuming it was him) to inform us that this was a rare year: the moon decided to disappear for a day, and that day was yesterday. This pairing of events allegedly means that any wishes requested on that day will actually come true!
I made my wishes.
Well, the time has come to celebrate the new year. All is well, peace on Earth, and that's the way it goes. After all, we can all enjoy the new year - a clean slate, a risen dawn, and countless other synonyms.
I hope everyone's having a happy new year (I hope so, but let's face it, not everybody is; by a long shot). However, at this merry period, I must crush the festivity to report an outrage!
But why am I doing this? Why must I ruin the fun? Well, because I think it should be said that -in Scotland at least - a conspiracy is afoot! When I was younger, I recall the midnight TV was full of happy halls of people dancing the jig, strathspey, and all those other Scottish words, while some cheery musicians (bagpipers, violinists, trumpets, and whatever else) smiling away at the informal fun.
But, NO!! In recent years, it feels too much like a music show for my liking! Such a disgrace! Now, it's an audience sitting (or, indeed, standing) in front of some famous people playing songs for them to clap to once they're finished! There's even a presenter! Whaa! No! Formality! Ritual! Famous people! Such pain that can't be shared! Empty! Oh, desolation! Where is the world?! All is adark! The void! The separation! Pain, suffering, melancholy!
And so on.
Oh, alright, maybe I'm exaggerating. The point is, things have/are changed/changing when it comes to 'hogmanay' (Scottish word for something to do with new year), and whether this is a good thing is purely up to the view of each person. I'm something of an old person at heart, so bear with my rambling on those young ruffians who altered the format of Scottish new year.
I suppose I'm the same person who was upset at this Elvis fellow ruining classical dancing. In a purely metaphorical sense, I mean.
Having said all this, I'm glad the television bothers to do anything for new year, so thankfulness is in order. It could easily have just sat there with a blank screen instead. And plus, the greatest upside to the whole year: they seemingly brought back the happy scientist who last year remarked that the world was going to be told about something in space that would 'revolutionise the world forever', or something to that effect. I'd appreciate it if someone would tell me exactly what that thing was, by the way. I must have missed it.
At any rate, he came back (assuming it was him) to inform us that this was a rare year: the moon decided to disappear for a day, and that day was yesterday. This pairing of events allegedly means that any wishes requested on that day will actually come true!
I made my wishes.
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