I'll open up our 2018 Resolutions discussion soon! Goodbye 2017, you strange, fucked up year!

Winter is rough, isn’t it? The cold, the darkness—things upon which Mercy thrives, but I do not.
 
Where are we? About two months behind on everything. My sincere apologies. As I make progress over the next while, I’ll update my publishing schedule.
 
And I’ve got to write some sort of year-end list-thing. Suggestions are welcome, even if there’re only three days left in 2017. Maybe I’ll do a list of things which should change, a la Colbert’s furry hat.
 
Wow: 2017 turned out to be another shit year. I’ve heard some online people use this phrase: “Pain in the dick.” This sums up 2017 quite nicely. At the end of 2016, Oliver blew  it up. Too bad he spent his pyrotechnics budget, because I’d love to blow up this year as well.
 
I wonder if there’s any more room in Sam Bee’s bunker….