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Behold my photos from New Years 2006. I’ve managed to squeeze them in under the deadline for all things holiday. Be sure to click round and take full advantage of Flickr’s slick slideshow controls.

This feels like that John Travolta-in-Pulp Fiction moment. It’s a piece of video that will mark the turning point for a brand we all thought had passed its prime. I hope they turn the whole industry on its head all over again!

Sometimes you get little reminders of why the town you live in is lame, and how much cooler it is to live in the larger cities of the world. This morning I got a mail notifying me of what will probably be the most hilarious way to spend this Saturday night. The 1986 Ultimate Jr. High Winter Dance Re-enactment and Ricky Schroeder Appreciation Night. An evening of teased hair, ill-fitting formal wear, and 80’s music…what more could anyone ask for? How about a make-out closet, spiked punch, and a dance contest? Check.

If you’re in the city of angels this weekend, please do go so that I might live vicariously through you. I’d be buying a plane ticket today, were it not for a busy work weekend (and everything else).

i stalked you tonight. I’ve spent more time on Facebook in the last two hours than I probably ever have before. I watched Armageddon, which has this part in the finale where I cry every time, so that probably wasn’t the smartest thing. Oh and the whole evening has been lubricated courtesy of my boss’s holiday gift of the ingredients necessary to make a Buzz Aldrin, which hits like a stray heat-shield tile on re-entry.

I’ll go back to the gym tomorrow which should help take my mind off of you, but our conversation this weekend didn’t do me any favours. I can’t stop thinking too far into the future, so hopefully I can focus on work and exercise to steal away my attention. This is the dark side of my geekiness; it’s far too easy to keep an eye on you even when we’re far away.

Next month I’m going to Hawaii for an off-schedule birthday celebration for grandpa, concluding with me spending my birthday on a flight back from Hawaii to Washington. Hopefully that’ll pass with a minimum of celebration as I’m not interested in a whole pile of focus on my own life.

If we can each distract ourselves with our day-to-day lives, then hopefully that will pass the time quickly and we can come out the other end of this in the right way. That’s the only hope that keeps me from sleeping all day, because at this point I can’t wait to be a year or more into the future.

The next time anyone’s looking to fufill my wishes by throwing material posessions at me, keep this beauty in mind. Bell & Ross take the concept of timepieces as professional tools seriously.

The BR 01-92 Automatic has got to be the easiest watch to read I’ve ever imagined, while retaining the right manly aspects of industrial adventure essentials. Sure it’s hard to find and extraordinarily expensive, but if I don’t ask…