In the interest of absolutely no one but myself, let's scan backwards through 2002, The Year That Was, and see what's not worth commenting on but, due to lack of actual comment-worthy content, we'll comment on anyway.

Not bad. Despite yet another year of failing miserably as a published novelist, it appears that I've managed to post the equivalent of an online novel this year.

A check of previous years indicates that this, unsurprisingly enough, appears to be a yearly occurrence, as 2001 saw a total spew of over 133,000 words and 2000 (a partial year) saw just shy of 80,000. However, I was momentarily annoyed with myself when I realized that my average post length had dropped this year.

I blame it on the recipes, personally. It's either that or I'm going to have to blame it on Corporate, and we all know that is a road we don't want to go traipsing down, righto? (Anyone who doesn't remember can hop back and read the Pledge Week entries to satisfy themselves that that sort of insanity should only be perpetrated once yearly at most.)

So what was good about The Year That Was? Here's a trip down memory lane:

When the words fell correctly

The best(?) of twisted humor, cat.net style

With that all exhaustively listed, I found I couldn't pick out which entry I liked best, so I opted for two: 'Touch' and 'web sites can do more damage than women.' These are, by far, the best and most representative of The Year That Was...both side-splittingly funny and achingly sad, alternately lonely and too busy to be borne without bouts of insanity.

With that, ladies and gentlemen, we bring 2002 to a close on domesticat.net. It's time to set up the 2003 images directory, write out the notifylist blurb for this entry's notification email, and prepare for hosting tonight's New Year's Eve Lazy Gaming UnParty.

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