I think they call it ADD. I'm not sure. I wasn't paying attention. 

In the past, it was spacey, stoned, airheaded, easily entertained or random.

Of all the labels for that skipping brain sensation, I like RANDOM.

Random thoughts burning trails across your brain at whiplash speeds. Yeah, I like it like that. After two hours of trying to compartmentalize and categorize my bests and worsts from last year, I threw my hands up and went with a random list of stuff. It reads a little like a high school yearbook's "Most likely to" section. Enjoy and remember - this is my opinion. If you don't like it, you know what you can do.  Whoooohoooo!

BEST SUSHI JOINT YOU NEVER HEARD OF: Gari of Sushi 38th and M Street (Big portions, always fresh, good prices, creative combination rolls).

MOST SURPRISING: Warner Music Group and affiliated companies ran several ads in Rolling Stone magazine asking royalty participants to get in touch with them to see if they are owed money. (That's like the IRS sending out letters asking if they owe any tax return money.)

BEST COUPLE: Scott Stone and Ebony Blue

BEST DRESSED MALE: Brother Scott

BEST DRESSED FEMALE: Tanya Samuelson

MOST WORTHY PERSON TO HAVE ON YOUR GUEST LIST: Joe Rosati

BEST DECISION I MADE IN DECEMBER: Signing Up for Netflix.  It's like Christmas in my mailbox every four days and cheap too - $17/month.

SEXIEST NORTHWEST FEMALE PERFORMER: Storm Large www.stormlarge.com

MOST GROSS: Fenders' floor on New Years Eve. (A slight problem with the plumbing turned the floor into a gigantic pee-pee puddle. Grodie to the max.)

Friday, Dec. 31

I never felt more about to be mugged than in the 2.5-minute walk down hill from Panamonica's to Market and Ninth for the HEAD ROLL FIRST NIGHT.  (I wasn't so much scared of being attacked or having my moolah stolen as I was fearful of being parted from my oh-so-shiny black vinyl retro purse. I love that thing and was fully prepared to ram it in the face of any foolish miscreant who might mistake me for an easy mark.) GO MUSIC and I shuttled in and out of the crowd vying for a viewing spot of the rolling domes. Right as I'm thinking, "No way are people going to stay out of the street once the heads start to roll" (pun intended), teen-agers burst from the crowd and started grabbing them up.  Anticipation won out. The crowd surged as a whole into the middle of Ninth. Heads started appearing in the air as if shot from multiple cannons. I couldn't stop giggling. Grown adults were laughing, pushing and shoving trying to get their grubby mitts on souvenirs. Go Music got a hold of the back of LYNN DI NINO'S plastic head. I got Steve Kenich (Kannich?). We ran into PHOTO GIRL LAURA E., DOUG "HOMETOWN CELEBRITY" MACKEY and the herbal jazz cigarette lover MATT DRISCOLL.  Many, many cab rides and cocktails later, we found ourselves back on the Ave at FENDERS for SIR MIX-A-LOT. Somehow Go Music ended up on stage (in the back) shouting something like, "Holla, Holla."  All right, he wasn't shouting, but we did go through the Green Room and up the back stage steps to look out on the club.  To quote INDIE RAWKER BOY, "Übercool" ... The energy coming off the crowd was killer.  For a second I had performer's high. Then I realized it was the rapid-fire shots of MALIBU RUM Go Music was feeding me. Whom did I smooch as the clock struck twelve? Why, my girl STEPH DAWG, of course.  Cue girlish squeals of delight.