Hail! To the Year-Before-The-Last-Year-Before-The-Apocalypse.

Doesn't quite have the same ring does it?

Ah. 2012. The end of the world. Ragnarok. The end of days. The Second Coming. Armageddon. Every culture has one. And now I am beginning to sound cliche. No matter.

But it's not quite the year 2012. The end of the year is not quite upon us. But never fear, we have one whole year left before 2012, when the countdown begins. And I ask that you do not quake in your boots again, because I am not Cassandra, the prophetess of doom that never had her words of truth heeded. I am simply The Latin Moon. So yes, perhaps you should fear.

It is customary, when sweeping out the cobwebs and dust of the last year out the door, when prepping the closet, for this year's skeleton, to make promises to ourselves, that we swear to uphold in this new year. Supposedly of course. They are merely tokens which we keep for a month then forget about in increasing doses.

But I am of this society, where this is custom and thus I present to you, The Internet, my solemn oaths. Because where else do you place your private thoughts than in public?

I solemnly swear I up to no good.

I solemnly swear I shall post once a week.

I solemnly swear to exercise once a day.

I solemnly swear to be primed and ready to stalk certain minions this summer.

I solemnly swear to get more minions or pillage villages and kidnap some more.

That fifth and final oath is one which you, The Internet, must fulfill for me. Make it your resolution too! And join me. Join me now and reap your rewards, or force my head and you shall of sowed your destruction.

Once again I prove myself to be dramatic don't I?

Luna, signing off.