The annual end of year email is in the works. For those of you who have never had the absolute thrill of looking at your email and seeing one entitled "Mark Bigger's New Years Email," be warned.

Some people (many housewives take special pleasure in this activity) put together cute little Christmas letters and send out to folks. I think this sends a wrong message, a message that I refuse to pass on. A message that says "You could not know me from Adam, not care about me at all, but you'd still read my Christmas letter because it is so beautifully done and so well written that you can't help but be positively enlightened by the experience."

I, Mark Bigger, refuse lend myself to such an enterprise. If people choose to read my New Years Email, it will be despite the fact that I live a boring life and write for the pure pleasure of torturing my readers with it. I will write in Times New Roman. I will send it out in black and white. There will be no cute pictures of me contained in the email (ha! Like this is possible).

I will remain distinctly myself.

(Note: Mark is feeling rather inadequate this holiday season due to the ever annoyingly increasing competency of his artsy friends. Anything he says under the influence of such feelings of inadequacy are to be strictly construed as rubbish.)