Last night, many families who weren't holding new years parties or outside banging pots and pans raced to the couch just before midnight to watch thousands of other people watching the huge, sparkling, metal ball drop down its metal pole, while an announcer in the background counted very slowly. Once it reached the bottom, people screamed at the top of their lungs, and fireworks shot off the top of the building.
The question today is, couldn't there be a more exciting way to enter the new year? What if they waited until the count of three to release the sparkle-ball, allowing it to shoot down the pole at top speed and, at the count of zero, explode into a shower of glass and sparks at the bottom?
Or what if they filled it with vinegar and baking soda, so it foams and fizzes as it drops?
What if, just as the ball reached the bottom, confetti-throwing aliens invaded the earth?
Okay, there is the boring Turakii thought of the day.
Happy New Year, everybody, and I hope you have a wonderful two-oh-oh-