by Bill Corbett
Corbett here, saying Happy New
Year to all! We are now in 1999. I trust you are all
partying like it is, in fact, this year. This is the year
when Martin Landau and Barbara Bain are supposed to be
tooling around Space on Moonbase Alpha. Guess that's not
gonna be happening. But still, 1999! That's way up
The impressive calendar date
makes solid New Year's resolutions all the more imperative.
I've done the prudent thing and made a whole mess of 'em.
That way I'm bound to hit at least one. Law of averages.
Anyway, here are a couple:
- To stop relying on
breathing as my main source of oxygen. It's become a bad
- To collect every single
copy of Armageddon, even if it takes my whole life, and
change the ending so that Bruce Willis dies twice.
- To make more pecan
pie. In fact, to make any pecan pie.
- To be loved, and not love
in return. That would be so cool! And easy!
- To dance more! Or to watch
more dancers down at that club, whichever.
- To find out why
Rowsdower's friends were inspired to nickname him
- To use staplers
- To get off those
antibiotics. (A special thanks to India for the assist on
- To be more 'spontaneous,'
if I can find the time to pencil it in my Franklin
- To learn a lot more about
Harry Morgan. Who is he? What's he about? What does he
want of us? Ask me this time next year and I can tell
- To, in general, boil
It goes on and on and on from
there, a couple more dozen. There's no end to the improving
and perfecting I need! In fact, I better write a whole bunch
more. See you later. Have a wonderful new year and thanks
for watching our humble show!