Again.

Woke up this morning from a terrible nightmare. There is a shadow over the land. The criminally deviant, soulless minions of an evil empire have dominion. In every dark, pestilent swamp a fortress shaped like a skull has emerged. Super villains everywhere are stroking their cats, tapping their steepled fingers, and cackling with menace. Good people have fallen into a torpor, shut the blinds, and can't get out of bed. All over the world, blind squirrels scrabble desperately in search of a nut -- but there are none. Sinister weasels have hoarded all the nuts; they taunt the blind squirrels. Despite all this, there is a glimmer of hope. Even though all is lost, for now, we know that next year ...