This photo was on the cover of the free WaPo rag this morning. And lest you nonlocals become concerned about declining standards at the Post, I’ll explain that the Express prints all the wire reports that are fit to snark about and no more.
Because I’m working with camera phone technology that’s at least three years old, here’s the full caption…
On the ball: Workers perform a test of the New Year’s Eve ball on Tuesday in Times Square. Up to 1 million people are expected in New York City Wednesday to help usher out a year marred by a recession fueled by a mortgage crisis and Wall Street’s meltdown. In hopes of better fortunes, 1,000 balloons reading “Joy,” “Hope” and “2009” will be released five minutes before the ball drops.
Which is sure to guarantee a joyful and hopeful 2009 for everyone except the endangered species who ingest these glad tidings and die as a result of them. Or the folks downwind from NYC who wake up to find their yard full of airborne litter from their neighbors.
I’m planning to join NYC in their spreading of good cheer this new year as soon as I can find a print shop that can fit “schadenfreude” onto a balloon.
And really, why do these ball droppers believe that 2009 will be any different than 2008? Or even 1908? After all, there are still over 600 plutocrats who are willing to shell out $14,000 to sit in a room and watch their daughters present themselves to the world for marriage the same way that farmers line up along the rail at the county fair to watch their livestock auctioned off for slaughter. See? Everything’s fine with the economy!
Although, I suppose that I shouldn’t be surprised that so many people turned out…
The director of the ball, Margaret Hedberg, brushed off the $14,000 cost of a table — “Watches cost more.”
And everyone’s sporting that kind of bling. Hell, in 3B’s last BK kids meal, he got a plastic Disney princess and a Rolex, although honestly, I wasn’t that impressed. I’m waiting for the meal that comes with a DBS.
But amid all this good news from those whose balls drop in public once a year, endangered species, and robber barons, there is a spot of bad news for the five people left on the planet who somehow believe that Microsoft makes
worthwhile good tolerable working products. Apparently, at 2 a.m. this morning, both all Zune 30s died (from David Connell).
Actually, come to think of it, that brings me some hope and joy for 2009.