I have no New Year’s Resolutions for myself, because I am perfect just the way I am. But I have a few for my blogroll.
The 2 Blowhards should resolve to lose the epistolary format, as the English novel managed to do about 200 years ago.
Colby Cosh should resolve to write less well, and less frequently, to make me less envious. (He demurs.)
Cinderella must resolve to stop reading The Guardian.
Sasha Castel should resolve to get married, and merge her blog, and move to England.
Steven Den Beste should resolve to heed Pascal, and make his articles shorter because he has time. (Floyd McWilliams makes the same point, but longer.)
AC Douglas should resolve to be more peremptory and superior.
Gene Expression should resolve not to shy away from controversial topics.
Mark Riebling should resolve to stop changing the picture of himself. You look mahvelous. Really. I mean that. (He has disregarded me already, a mere week into ought-three.)
The Man Without Qualities should resolve to stop mixing italics with bold and bold italics, seemingly at random.
Eugene Volokh should resolve to keep his nasty temper in check.
Those of you I missed, there’s still plenty of room for improvement, believe me. And thanks to all of you for all the great reading this year.
I really must give up the filthy habit. Reading The Grauniad is a loathsome yet strangely addictive experience. There’s always the possibility the writers might excel themselves and push the boundaries of idiotarianism even further. I hope there is an equivalent of the Betty Ford clinic for Grauni junkies like me…