Maxed Out

A fine balance indeed. The kind of balance a blind, one-legged man suffering an attack of hiccups would need to walk a tightrope across the Grand Canyon. Good luck, Roger.

It's a jungle out there. You only need to watch any local if-it-bleeds-it-leads news broadcast. One can never be too careful, can one? Well, yes, one can.

The first week of January, barely one per cent of the way into the new year and already one of my fondest hopes has been dashed, shattered, prematurely evacuated.

If asked, I'd have to admit to being a bit ambivalent about the world not ending last month. Go out in an unexplained Mayan apocalypse; stick around for the new dawning? Meh.

Well, it's that time of year. The votes have been tallied; the decision of the judge is final. Here are just some of the things worthy of a coveted Maxi, 2012 edition. So many came so close but these stood above the rest.

"God rest ye merry, gentlemenLet nothing you dismay" Nothing? Are you serious? In psychological stress tests, one of the questions asked is, "Have you experienced any of the following in the past year?" The list of possible experiences include: terro

Dear Santa: Well, it's that time of year again. Peace on Earth — or what's left of it; Earth that is, peace has already been completely shot to hell — and goodwill toward... oh, what the heck.

I've decided to join the three per cent. Only problem is, I suspect it's not the exclusive club I think it is. Three per cent is probably too modest a measure of membership.

They say compromise is the art of pleasing no one and pissing everyone off. A good example of compromise may be found in the recent presidential election south of the border. The red state supporters of Mitt Romney wanted to take the U.S.

Welcome to the sneak preview of the 2012-13 ski season.