Let the toast pass
We turn to Richard Brinsley Sheridan for a toast to take us out of 2004—the sooner the better, we think:
The chorus runs:
Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
We warrant she will too, RBS. We warrant she will too. (Thanks to Brit Grits of the Inflatable Fun Guys for sending the link our way; the IFG, for those not in the know, set these lines to music way back in '87.)
We're dejected to the point of madness by the news of the tsunami. It seems hardly possible to celebrate. As Ennis Mild, our Cape Cod correspondent, dourly muses: "TSUNAMI is anagram to I AM NUTS.
Here's to a happier new year, Oughties.