366 days ago, I decided to see what would happen if, on my two day-by-day calendars, I ripped away each day but never removed the remnant glue from the top of the calendar. Some people are anal about removing that stuff, spending precious seconds each day doing so, leaving their calendar prim and proper. That's most certainly not me.
Plus, I wanted to see if I could make it the entire year.
The funny thing is, the more of that crap you leave at the top, the less you can tear away from each day's sheet, which leads to more crap left over, which means you can't tear as much off, and so on and so forth. Around May, five months in, the right-hand corners started becoming buried beneath the crap left over.
When I left for San Francisco in June, I had a sneaking suspicion that someone would try to clean up the crap left over. Most people are extraordinarily anal about their day-to-day calendar crap left over. Some people are annoyed when others do not share their anality. And a select few will become so incensed that they will stoop to removing someone else's crap left over.
I couldn't take that chance. So I safely stowed away my Dilbert and George Carlin calendars in a desk drawer, to be removed upon my return.
And as the leaves changed, and fall rolled in, the crap left over was becoming a scourge. People would comment on it. One guy said it reminded him of Howard Hughes (talk about off-the-wall references). By November, the date -- theoretically the most important part of a calendar -- was no longer visible, hidden beneath crap left over. I steeled my resolve to make it through the end of 06.
Well, folks, I made it. Look at that epic, awesome, inch-and-a-half crap. Its like a Meatloaf song from Bat Out Of Hell IV. Not the best song from the album, probably not even a single, but a solid B-side or album cut, without a doubt.