Man, I really want to wax philosophic about the new year.  All kinds of lessons learned, milestones reached, and goals for the future run through my head.  The problem is, it's "work".  I have to write it all down so the 4 people who read my blog to date can get turned on.  Not to mention all the spambots that are visiting.  Happy new year to you spambot!.    I don't really have a lot of keywords tonight to stuff therein to make the engines happy, so we're talking about content for the sake of content.    Not to be negative; I did have a good year and 2007 is bound to be bonzer, its just that I'm not really in the mood to tell you the gory details.  Another day when I'm sober, I'll "talk shop"  about upcoming projects, but for right now, I'm going to finish hitting this bottle of southern comfort and watch something comforting on the tube, like John Candy in Uncle Buck.  I watched The producers tonight, with matthew broderick and nathan lane.  I'm not one for musicals, especially chick-flick ones like "Chicago", but the producers was mildly amusing; as I read somewhere:  both a salute to, and a satire of, the broadway show.  OK, I remember where:  it was IMDB.com; your invaluable resource for all things movies.  So..  too boozed to sleep.  So might as well post on the ol' blog.  I wonder what movies John Candy would've done if he were still alive.    Definitely would've had a couple hits since his death methinks.