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Year Zero

Welcome to Year Zero on guff.

Today is the first day of the rest of this blog’s life. Or something like that…Wait a minute. Year Zero? Are you reading me right? Yes, you certainly are. Feel free to refer to me sarcastically as Mr. Pot. Uh, yeah. Little ol’ guff has been up and running past that extremely well publicized 365 day period, not taking into account any of the long, unannounced absences.

(It’s said they make the heart grow fonder. Who’s to complain?)

Some of the more archivally aware will notice this announcement is nearly a month past its post-by date. Honestly, I didn’t forget. I was just planning on letting the special day pass us by without making a fuss. And so I did. Still, if the likes of tyrannical dictators (or pick your own loony) can march in and arbitrarily pick new start dates for a complete do over any time they feel like it, then I don’t see why I can’t.

Think I’d make a great front man for an authoritarian regime? Yeah, me too.

For most ‘normal’ people, this makes it Year Two on guff. Playing those geeky reindeer games, Year One would do nicely. But for me, it’s Year Zero, or it’s nothing at all.

In fact, I like the idea of it so much, from here on in every new year for guff will become Year Zero. Which offers the added benefit of reusing last year’s calendar. As guff’s fearless leader, I’m all about thrift. And a brutal, ruthless efficiency that dehumanizes the populace. Have to cut corners somewhere.