Gung hay fat choy
Thursday is Chinese New Year. If you're Chinese, you probably had a family dinner last weekend to bid farewell to the Golden Pig and look forward to another meal to bring in the Year of the Rat. Contrary to popular belief, rats aren't so bad.
Take Bob Geldof. The Boomtown Rats singer didn't really pen that many great songs (although "Up All Night" has been bumper music from Jim Rome since he was a scrub and "I Don't Like Mondays" was ahead of its time in its coverage of school shootings--and is a great karaoke song, too!), yet he provided job modeling for Bono with "Do They Know It's Christmas?" and Live Aid.
And then there's Disney. It's true that the rodent's newer rides--I mean attractions--lack the superior aesthetics and attention to detail of the Haunted Mansion, Pirates of the Caribbean, or It's a Small World, and for a company founded on cartoons and amusement parks it's famously unable to take a joke (such as the Air Pirates comics, above and below), but I hear Pixar movies can be pretty good.
So Happy New Year to everyone--not just the rats--and I hope you unmarried folks get some fat red envelopes. Don't pass up this excuse for poor hygiene, a vegetarian feast, and firecrackers, either!