in the interest of your interest and my curiosity, I poured through the archives to find the best and brightest posts of 2004, enjoy!

The year kicked off in to a banging good start as Juby became the inaugural inductee into the DTFU Hall-o-Fame, and I enjoyed the company of old friends.

The first of what would become 8 zillion people stepped up in an attempt to dethrone the king president. I decided that Johnny E. was my man, which apparently doomed him to failure. It all seems a bit pointless in perspective now doesn't it?

Somebody other than me came through with a little perspective about 'natural' disasters that might have a smidgen of relevance to that whole sub-Asian tsunami thing. I started hearing rumblings of losing my job old job, continued to educate my readers in the ways of political ideology, and we all marveled at the possibilities of mankind.

I attempted to lose more money than the football players make, to no avail...but I did get a freebie. Other people's jobs were lost but I didn't fret. NASCAR confessions were made. A-ROD joined the evil empire but luckily became a little nancy. I decided that if you can't have a little bit of fun with your friends...well then the terrorists have already won, and the Mooch let it all out in 'greatest valentines day post in the history of the internet' (tm).

People were stupid, and I detected more impending doom in my job old job. I laid out official TOG foreign policy. I also flogged my own dead horse of journalistic competence, and broke ways with my generally conservative brethren on the FMA.

Spain got kicked in the teeth, and decided to pay the mob protection money. POTUS wannabe's showed how 'hip' they were, and I decided that I was going to unleash the dogs of expletive war if I damn well felt like it...fuckers.

I interviewed for an internship at Boeing in Seattle, but didn't get it because I have no discernable people skills...the fuckers. SpaceShip One got ready to do it's thing, I dispensed some wit, raged against the machine, and because while definitely satisfying, this ultimately proved ineffectual, I vacationed in went to Florida in the month of April for kicks, it's quite nice there about that time of year.

Reinvigorated by the spirit of competition, I raged some more, contemplated a change of venue, did a crap ton of work, graciously accepted the advice of good friends, and did even more work

SpaceShip One went to space (*side tangent* the picture in the post is still my desktop background *side tangent*) I developed an acute sense of accomplishment, and rightly so. Somehow I still found time to ponder the fate of the cow, and the special powers of Jimmy John's employees.

Summer brought the wonder of GMail, the loss of the Gipper, and the appreciation of at least one grateful citizen. My job old job loss became official. I desperately attempted to spread the joy of GMail, a embarked for some more kicks.

Michael Moore tried to take over the world. And other's tried to help. I railed against the modern nomenclature of Independence Day. And I still tried to spread the joy of GMail.

I got the best complement ever on the job old job. The world fought back against the evil forces of Michael Moore. I watched the boys of summer with more good friends, and once again tried to spread the joy of GMail.

I reached the legal drinking age, but to my friends dismay did not begin to partake of this pestilent devil's brew. And decided that I didn't give a crap about my job old job any more...and it felt good.

I was still pathetic, but at least I could share it with my aerospace chums during the new school year. Sadly, Nick got redeployed and wasn't there to hear the rest of the AE clan tell each other stories about how awesome their internships were.

I had a little fun with girls a girl. Updates became infrequent and we endured a semester of my worst posting habits ever. Partly because of the aforementioned girl, and partly because politics are stupid when everybody is paying attention.

Included on this sparsely written semester long track are the hit singles:

I'm gonna quit my job, no wait nevermind
Help, I'm from western Kansas and I've lost my identity
School is hard
America...Fuck Yeah
Look at me, I'm ecclectic

and the timeless classic:

Wait, was it my birthday already?

Slowly, the postings returned in the month of December. Unfortunately, as it turns out, school is still hard and I'm still angst’n about my job old job. On the bright side however, good music is still good, and there is apparently a method to my madness.

And for Gits and Shiggles, I felt like postulating string theory, comprehending the economics of Super Wal-Mart, and pondering the lingustics of French fries.

Which wraps us up to this very post, in which I fairly apparently wrap up the year in review rather wittingly I might add.