Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. We’re really into the winter doldrums at this point, which I frankly at least prefer to the agonizing November period of knowing winter is right around the corner. Anticipation of a calamity tends to be more painful than the calamity itself; at this point, even though a mercilessly cold January is approaching, I can at least comfort myself with the assurance that the year’s shortest day is almost behind us. And yes, I really should have moved out of New England years ago if I hate winter this much, I am quite aware of that thank you very much. On the plus side, the cold has at least given me a perfect excuse to hole up and finish The Summer Hikaru Died, which puts me in fairly reasonable shape to reflect on the year in cartoons. And of course, there were film screenings aplenty, as we all did our best to tuck in against the hateful salvos of That Bastard Nature. Let’s run ‘em down!

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