It’s been a great year at TR, but an odd week. You have natives been oddly restless, calling me out on all sorts of things — many of which I deserved, but you normally let me slide on — although I’m still personally delighted by the dude who got so offended when I call the CG image of a fictional parrot-faced intergalactic police officer from a movie based on a comic book ugly.
I know I owe you guys the TR Art Contest results, and I’m sorry. No excuses, I just didn’t get my shit together this week. So rather than run another contest this weekend, which would only fuck things up more, I’m extending the TR Art Contest through 12:01 am EST on Monday, January the 3rd, 2001 — and a solemn promise I will have the contest judged first thing on the morning of Tuesday the 4th at the latest (hopefully Monday afternoon, though). Even if I have to say sober to do it. You can’t ask much more of me that that — or get it, at any rate. If you can’t find it in your hearts to forgive me, feel free to bitch about my lazy, shockingly moon-like ass in the comments.
Otherwise, I hope you guys have a great New Year’s Eve and restful New Year’s Day with a truly epic hangover. Thanks for reading Topless Robot this past year and putting up with my shit, and I hope you’ll do the same in 2011 (at the very least, that fucking autoplaying Mucinex ad should hopefully be gone by 2011). Be safe tonight, because god knows I need all the readers I can get. Have a good one, and I’ll see you cats next year. (Video via Boing Boing)