Yes, instead of focusing on the now, which as I type consists of listening to ambulance sirens bellowing out their ever-increasing wails to non existent traffic outside, let’s have a post dedicated to that year which no-one remembers fondly: 2009, the a**hole of the noughties.

(Note: Must find out what this decade is going to be referenced as by those silly radio shows.) And now for a brief news rundown of the year, complete with sarcastic remarks;

Meanwhile back here at Ooh Sometimes, if any of the content was to go by, very little actually changed over 2009. The number of posts were still down, the lack of anything substantial of note proved to be the deciding issue amongst money struggles, visits to Spain were the most in any one year, setting a new record for….err….something.

The best month for actual fun and frolics was indeed March, though that was more due to the over eagerness to write about 2008, more than then current events such as the discovery of a YouTube video where a turtle get his freak on with a shoe, and wondering why there was so much built-up anger most of the time about, well, anything as it happened.

The further discovery that Sweden can do Vampire Horror while also making us laugh with cats, only made the situation more bizarre to grasp what was actually going on here at all.

While there were some posts about the films of the year, Star Trek being on of the better films of course, Gamer’s Corner all but dried up with content, only coming back in some for towards the end of the year, and there was no sign at all of the Ooh Sometimes Podcast to be heard. Mr Voice Over Man has long since assumed that Europe had been destroyed in some accident involving beans and went to tend to his farm in Texas.

The highlights for sure had to be meeting Mr. Micheal Ironside with Mrs Jewel Staite, with the second best being annoying to the Spanish prostitutes in Madrid, taking photos and running away. The Eurogamer Expo also ranks highly.

And that’s it as silly as all this is, 2009 was actually a bad year for most people, and there was not a lot of fun to be had other than repeating the same routine every day, getting fatter and lazier than ever before and become perhaps far more cynical about everything than a 27 year old ever should.

Therefore, this single crappy (note the header of this post has one less p in it, thus perhaps insinuating that it’s so crappy, it can’t even be spell checked properly) post should be taken as is, 2009 was indeed a year to forget in many ways.

What’s worse, 2010 has not started out any better, with the ongoing humanitarian crisis in Haiti, more terrorism alerts, even more silliness with the MPs because they still want our cash to get into office, more people are inquiring about divorce… the list goes on and it’s only the 25th of January.

Nothing has changed at all then, we are all even doing exactly as we all were before the end of last year. That new year, new start rubbish has indeed proven to be entirely that; rubbish.

Man, I used to be cheerful.

Rather bizarre that the first post of 2010 is a whimper, with an outstretched hand trying to combine key presses to form sentences that entertain as well as inform but instead failing like the Banking system and therefore bringing the world to ruin.

Because my creative brain is still waiting for the engineer to make it’s call-out after being rang two years ago (Damn only paying for 5 Year SLA for a brain repair), thus stopping the usual pants-soiling trash to start the new year, like a list of things that happened that had no real point to it at all, the best thing I can do is say that I’m very tired already, health still terrible in grand scheme of things, and that I will be back the weekend.

That will be all.