It's a war zone out there, what with the rockets' red glare, the explosions, the crazy neighbor [1] attempting to scare off the old year and in the process, scaring in the new year as well as the neighbors. No way I'm going out there in these conditions. Even Murrow [2] would give pause before entering the mæstrom of fire emanating from across the street. No fool, I (or Murrow).
So, from the relative safely of Chez Boca, I bid you Happy New Year.
At least this year we don't have to worry about the world ending in an Emmerichesque orgy of disaster porn [3] or New Age woo-woo mystical nonsense [4]. Thank <insert deity of your choice> for that!
[2] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_R._Murrow#World_War_II
[3] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2012_(film)