Dear ladies and jellyspoons,

I imagined a long, compelling, touching yet dignified and in parts light-hearted speech about finally overhauling this blog after—1, 2, 3, 4, 5 [...] xx—months. But I lost the impulse.

So you do the imagining for now (of how that speech might have turned out) and I'll make it up to you by being more disciplined and kind in 2012.

New Year in a few hours. Cheers!

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