In previous years I have done a semi-serious rundown of top things for the year.
I’m too tired to do that now. And it’s not just recent lack of sleep. Even in more rested moments, I’m having trouble recalling anything that has happened since August. I mean I can barely recall black caps and gowns sometime before the summer. Before that I can vaguely recall a winter campout back in February where I constructed my own shelter from logs, cedar cuttings, and a tarp.
But not much else. Wait. “Knight-Rider is the devil” – I recall that from my journalism capstone class. I guess my professor had something against David Hasselhoff.
Anyway, though my memory is too fuzzy to make sweeping proclamations about the year, there is one category that I am still prepared to make a stand on. While I don’t recall any entries that came before the fall, I’m confident that the late entries were strong enough to best them all (and in this attitude, I’m like an Oscar voter).
And here is my pick for
Best Picture of 2005:
For those of you who are curious, it was sent prior to my first out of state interview.
Caption: “Don't worry. The competition is being eliminated...”
A sniper kitten. Priceless stuff really. I don't care if the paw is obviously Photoshoped.
It still makes me grin and that’s enough for me.
