It's been a year. What have I learned?

There's no trauma that can't be summarized in an allegory.

I'd walk a mile for a passenger pigeon quesadilla.

Alton Brown rocks.

It takes five months of writing sonnets before tackling one in the traditional iambic pentameter.

Curling can't fill the void of hockey.

For me, a post is just an excuse to riff on Rush quotes.

Gambling will cause children to attend Gamblers Anonymous meetings and threaten their parents melodramatically.

Alliteration rocks.

Hardcore religious zealots can't even leave candy alone.

Don't mess with Swearengen.

Stubby-tailed cats rock. Unless you're a rug. Or trying to sleep.

Origami projects are easier said than done.

Finally, eHarmony sucks. If nothing else, I'd like to make that clear.

Here's to year two...