Me rocking with the McCune Family Christmas Band. I rocked balls.

But now it's 11am, New Year's Eve-Eve, and I finally have a chance to jot down some thoughts.

2007 was a pretty good year for me. I lost a few pounds, got into a workout regimen I can handle, got rid of a lot of clutter, tried to be a nicer person (usually failing, but I give myself an "E" for effort).

I relaunched docmarvy.com in July with the redesign to rave reviews of all four of my regular blog readers. I started some new features on the blog including the DC Blitz (which coincides with my political radio segment); That thing I do where I scan old magazines and make fun of them... along the way helping a random stranger who stumbled on the blog connect a little bit with a recently-deceased parent. So that was nice. I also chronicled my trips to America's "Reinforced cradle of the morbidly obese," Tennessee, and brought the pictures to prove it. And I did one whole installment of my former Weisenheimers Blogaverse feature "Holy Shit," where I make fun of religion and the beliefs that people hold near and dear to their heart -- because I'm a dick. Yes it was a good year, or at least six months, of docmarvy 2.0.

But would a dick wear a jacket like this?:

You bet he would, and did. I don't know why American Apparel isn't selling more of these.

I screwed up my fair share this year - and then some, to be sure. Undeniably. I certainly bit it for New Years Eve plans. Between Weisenhimers shows, McCune Family Band-ing, traveling to Texas, Tennessee and environs, Christmas and its associated gifting/baking, etc., I didn't really come up with anything better for the rockin' NYE than a crock pot full of three bean turkey chili and a night on the couch. That is, after I entertain the good people of Blair, Nebraska. (Not to be confused with Blair Warner, the social climbing blonde from Eastland boarding school for girls.)

2008? Who knows? Work. Texas. New opportunities to reinvent myself as a thinner, more muscular, more sexy/confident mid-30's man of the new millennium. We'll see.

Feel free to put your wishes, resolutions or responses in the comments. But keep in mind, I'll hold you to 'em.

Happy new year, everybody. Thanks for reading. In 2008 let's all try to hug a little more, be a little better, rock out with our cocks out a bit more and above all fuck fear.

Take it away Ukelady: