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Tweets of the Week: 06 Jan 12

So here we are, almost a week into 2012 and it still has the New Year smell to it. And what better way to celebrate than this year’s first installment of:

CM’s TWEETS OF THE WEEK!*:

@ericjkrause: Ah, nothing like walking through a crowded public place to restore one’s hate of humanity.

@lazerdoov: I can’t prove God isn’t real, but at the same time, I can’t prove that my dog doesn’t run a violent

Asian street

gang while I’m asleep.

@iamQuddus: if something’s not working in your life-change it-don’t wait for a new calendar year to prompt improvement.

@scalzi: Every time a singer overemotes in a Christmas song, an angel’s wings are torn off and fed to a feral cat.

@Lord_Voldemort7: #WhatILearnedThisYear: When you’re sad, just remember that it’s the demetors fault and it’s perfectly fine to eat loads of chocolate.

@Fatihah_Iman: I think I’d like to write a book that gets released after I die. It will start: “Heaven is AWESOME. There’s so much chocolate!”

@AbielleRose: I believe in the sun, even when its not shining. I believe in love, even when it I don’t feel it. I believe in hope, even when no ones there

@AbielleRose: @TiffanyAllee @BigWords88 Hey baby, wanna bite my big, glazed doughnuts?

@HillaryJacques: Rage, thy name is road. A holiday isn’t an excuse to be an asshat, people.

@JenLucPiquant: Betteridge’s Law of Headlines: “Any headline which ends in a question mark can be answered by the word, ‘no’”

@ispeakfemale: If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. It’s as simple as that.

@JensBookshelf: Anyone who says sarcasm is the lowest form of wit isn’t doing it properly.

@LizzieSavage: the term “expecting” for pregnancy makes it sound like theres more than one outcome. “we’re expecting a baby, but it could be a velociraptor.”

@JensBookshelf: Man walks into a library: “Fish & chips please.”
Librarian: “This is a library!”
Man: “Sorry.” *whispers* “Fish & chips, please.”

@JLeaLopex: It’s PIQUED, people! Not PEAKED! They do not mean the same thing! #petpeeve

@BradWalsh: You can help victims of Accidentally Sexual Auto-Correction for just penis a day…

@MusclesGlasses: New Years Resolution: Kill more of what I eat with my bare hands.

@billamend: Open a bag of Cheetos at noon and it lasts for days. Open one at midnight and it’s gone in 30 minutes.

@jjunebrown: “A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.” – Franz Kafka

@joseph_ocon: Don’t piss on my leg and tell me it’s raining. Piss on my leg and tell me I’m pretty.

@BookaliciousPam: I just realized the world isn’t going to end in 2012. Marty McFly time traveled to 2015…. #MayansLie

@misterkristoff: If you live life afraid of offending people with the words you write or the things you say, you’’’ NEVER write or say anything important.

@simmertilldone: It’s Thanksgiving, it’s Christmas, it’s Hanukkah, it’s new Years and then, with no warning, it’s just Tuesday.

@EvanJGregory: Just because you’re crass doesn’t mean you’re funny.

@Heir2Harlem: Life is a reflection of what you think, if thoughts are filled with negativity, the world echos your energy’s action.

@ForeverImmature: What to do with a mistake: Recognize it, admit it and learn from it.

@NathanFillion: Overheard at the coffee shop.

Him – I broke up with my girlfriend.
Her – Oh, no! When?
Him – As soon as she gets this text.

@AbsoluteWrite: It bears saying again- Righteous indignation is a lot like drinking good martinis: it’s SO hard to recognize the appropriate stopping point.

@ForeverImmature: Affection + Attention + Appreciation = Long Lasting Relationship.

Whew! Thanks to those who stayed to the end. Have a great weekend and here’s hoping 2012 is off to a great start for you.

*Note: Okay, there are a lot of better ways, but humor me here. Also, as with all TotW, it’s really the past couple, including the holidays. And finally, all tweets are kinda’ as they appear in my feed to include RT credits (when able), trends, misspells, poor punctuation, lies, new and improved formula, 33% more action, fights tough stains, and stronger than the leading competitor!

Farewell to Twenty-Eleven (or, How About a Nice, Tall Glass of Half-Full?)

Well, despite our best efforts to delay the inevitable, Christmas came and went and now 2012 is breathing down our necks. Yet even with all the insanity of the holidays, The Universe kept chugging along, blissfully ignorant of our late-night mad-dash for deals, panic over the price of the latest toy/gadget/rocket ship, and general jack-assery that comes with yule-ing our tide.

And that, ladies and gents, should make us all feel a whole lot better about Life and Things. I mean, let’s be honest: 2011 was a wild, wacky year. Wall Street was bipolar, we were/are at war, we had more protests at home and abroad than you could shake a stick at, we endured a Kardashian vomiting all over the “institution of marriage” we had to admit that this is the final season of Chuck, and a million other things that make us want to stare at The Universe and say, “Oh come on! Really?!”*

But buried within all the doom and gloom splattered across the TV were also a lot of bright points. There was the discovery of (possible) life on other planets, the excitement as we waited for the results of the whole Higgs-Boson shindig, there were miraculous births and amazing survival stories from disasters, we closed the chapter on one war, we watched some excellent television, etc.

Like the madness of the holidays, it’s easy to let the noise from the negativity of the past year wear us down. But you know what? We shouldn’t because so much in our lives is based on perspective. It’s not so much looking at life as glass-half-full, but rather looking at…actually, I suppose it is looking at the “full” part of the glass.

2011 is coming to close and, to be honest, things were reasonably good in this small corner of the planet. I got married to “the one that got away”, inherited a new (and completely crazy-in-a-good-way) family, had a couple friends get published (or will be), bottled my first jars of honey, and heard about justice (finally) for a murdered friend. I toured one of the most fascinating cities you’d never think to visit (and you’d be wrong!), wrote a lot of words (on this site and in stories), read some great books, read some fantastically crappy ones, ate, drank, and generally tried to enjoy life to the fullest.

That’s not to say everything was hunky-dory. There were plenty of dark points and late nights spent staring at the ceiling wondering how to fix things. There were days/weeks/months of biting nails and counting every penny. And don’t get me started on the number of rejection letters I collected.

But all of those were/are speed bumps and not mountains.

Or at least, they should be. After all, we only have oh-so-much energy to spend worrying about Things and Such, so we had best pick and choose the ones that cut deepest. Otherwise, we’re going to be emotionally exhausted in another 12 months.

As we stampede into 2012, a lot of people will create resolutions or make promises for how to improve on the New Year. But you know what? The Universe won’t care. It will keep doing its thing whether we join a gym or eat 12 boxes of donuts.**

That doesn’t mean we should wallow in despair, stop trying to improve, or give up on our dreams. Instead, we should realize that life is going to happen no matter what and we can either watch it drift by or jump in and hang on. Maybe this is the year we’ll land an agent/publishing contract/underwear modeling career. Then again, maybe it won’t be. Maybe we’ll struggle, cry, cuss, and worry instead. Either way, the big, bad river of life will keep on keeping on.

And if that’s the case, you can bet that when we’re here this time next year, we’d all rather say goodbye to 2012 with a tear of sadness than with a kick in the pants as it scampers out the door. And so much of that depends on whether or not we get out there and make the effort to actually live our lives.

So here’s to you, 2011: Thanks for all the good times and bad. It was a heck of a ride.

And here’s to you, 2012: May the coming year be one filled with hope, laughter, and experiences worthy of song. And may we never forget that life, with all of its bruises and scrapes, is meant to be lived and not simply tolerated.

*I know, I know, there are many more things on that list, but there just isn’t time to get into all of them. How about we talk over a beer sometime?

**The latter sounds soooooo good right now.

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