You didn't think I'd just disappear, did you?  I told you 
that I'll keep rambling on down here as long as you keep 
scrolling.  Yeah, I've got the feeling that 1999 was just 
a trial run for the polymorphic potentiality of Below the 
Fold.  That should get them shaking in their boots...

And how were your New Year's Eve festivities?  I was hiding 
under the blankets with a flashlight, a gas mask and my 
collection of 1890s Montgomery Ward catalogs.  Once I got 
the "all-clear" message from our neighborhood crier, I 
surfaced and beat a hasty trail to the rooftop to catch 
a glimpse of the revelry.  Everybody having such a lovely 
time.  Brought a tear to the eye to see all those tear 
gas canisters safely being tucked away for next year.  
A benign sensation of good will filled my heart.  

I saw various members of the Justice League of America, 
circling the skies and spinning their wheels -- with 
nothing much to do.  Much ado about nothing.  No bugs 
to squash.  Superman, with no airplanes dropping from 
the sky, left to his own devices -- buzzing the locals, 
keeping himself entertained.  The Green Lantern ready 
to light things up should the switch get switched, 
left standing on the doorstep feeling underappreciated.   
Flash and Plastic Man bickering over who copied whose color 
scheme.  WonderWoman, sensing all the eyeballs on her, 
feeling a bit transparent and underdressed.  And Robin, 
responding to the ever-increasing need to venture out on 
his own, seen to slip a help wanted ad in the ol' tights. 

And so, with our confidence growing in our great band 
leader, we two-stepped our way into the big 2 triple 
ought.  Cutting a rug on those firm floor boards, 
installed long before the big rush, a solid reminder 
of a carpenter's care.  Enough to give you hope for 
the future.  The one held in your hand.