I reserve the right to change my mind, of course, but in the waning moments of 2005, I resolve not to make unrealistic resolutions OR end-of-year best/worst lists.

Not that I'm avoiding the responsibility of setting a firm course for the new year.  My course is already set.  Publishing my resolutions would be meaningless to all be me. 

Sobeit.

Nor am I lacking in ideas about who/what were best and/or worst.  Other than natural disasters, I have lots of candidates.  I'm sure no one really cares that, on my lists George Bush, the troops, Coach K, my dawg, my staff and the Iraqi elections were among the best o' 2005 or that the New York Times, the Mayor of New Orleans, Tom Cruise, senseless suicide bombings, a slew of child molesters/murderers and the Terri Schiavo story topped the worst. 

Sobethat, too.  

Happy New Year.