Welcome to the first day...

...of the rest of your life.

Coincidentally, it is also the day I, the aawesome Buttug McOysty, the reigning Person of the Year as named by the generous people at the prestigious Time Magazine, have decided to make my long-awaited return to my favorite stomping grounds, the Internets.

While I realize I may have forfeited opportunities to do a 2006-year-in-review post by musing about Secret Santa amongst other topics, then proceeding to go on an extended vacation, I have a duty, even if it is only to my extremely short memory span, to retrace, remind and relive. Sometimes, I try really hard with the alliteration. Other times, much like today, it is severely half-hearted. Shall we reminisce?

But first, duck! It's Dick!

Actually, the person whose face Dick Cheney decorated with shotgun bullets mustered up all the nobility he had in him and came out with a public apology to Dick. And if that's not upside down enough for you, 2006 should be remembered as the year the vegetables got their dark side on and struck back with an E. coli vengeance. It was probably safer to eat one of the newly introduced BK Quadruple Stackers because it contained no traces of any vegetables (meat, bacon and cheese, OH MY!).

Speaking of lethality, remember when Korea exploded that bomb underground, not that I should strike this out, I wonder how hard it is to read words that have been HTML-struck Jim Jones metaphorically killed Jay-Z, and now all the kids, myself included, are running around screaming "BALLIN" with reckless abandon?

I talk extensively about personal musical tastes on this site, so I won't delve too much into that area this post, but I must bring up the hyphy movement, that was not only birthed in 2006, but laid to rest in 2006. How bang on was I?

And of course the boys responsible for YouTube became instant chamillionaires billionaires, and enabled me to skip out on writing full length posts by instead, for example, posting up a video containing a hilariously rehearsed dance routine, say, on treadmills. But we're no longer allowed to laugh at this: