"Revenge is for suckers."

So many things to love in the new year.

Benedict Cumberbatch playing Sherlock Holmes.  Or just Sherlock Holmes.  Or just Benedict, for that matter.

Finding fantastic movies at FYE for so cheap because they are "intelligent" and "old" and nobody likes those things.

 
Having a friend to defeat the big monsters for you when you play video games because you like the "boring" parts of the game and just want to knit and watch your friend beast it for you during the hard parts.

Thinking that you must just have an odd taste in music until your friend plugs in his iPod and says these magic words: "Do you like Big Band?"

Having a family that can't get through a conversation without a What's That From moment.

Having a job that makes you want to strangle staff writers, pull your own hair out and shoot yourself in the foot every other week, but realizing that without said job, you would have never met the best friends you'll ever have.  And for some odd reason, these friends think you're cool.

Bonding with your housemate through random television shows that you pretend is real life and posting five hundred pictures of attractive men on their Facebook every single day.

People surviving cancer.

Flying by yourself and becoming an adult.

Wanting to keep smiling.

Did I mention Sherlock Holmes?

No?  I haven't mentioned him yet? 

Strange.  Well, I'll just slip in a little mention of him now.

There.  That's better.