It seems like all the news over the past, say, 100 years has been a real downer.  Third-Hand smoke?  Seriously?  So you go to the bar, particularly in North Carolina and other tobacco belt states where, well, people don’t seem to mind hanging out in a room with air quality that wouldn’t meet OSHA standards in a coal mine, and after drink one or two too many and accidentally playing a Barry Manilow track on the jukebox, you go home, somewhat ashamed, only to wake up in clothes reeking of  … third-hand smoke.

According to a recent study, the residue that stays in your hair and on your skin and in the fabric of your pants is riddled with carcinogens, radioactive material, and toxins that can kill small animals.  Damnit.  I was just having fun with my buddies.  Nobody told me I’d be spending the next day as a test subject for the Atomic Energy Association.

So, for 2009 I’m going to spend more time in non-smoking establishments.  That’s right.  Non-smoking establishments.