This is the end, my only friend, the end.
But not the end of the world — not even the end of our daily print publication, 90 Pages on The Verge on College-Ruled Notebook Paper (with a readership of approximately three mothers to staff writers). It's just the end of the year for The Vergecast, the last before we take the 2012 calendars down and put up a 2013 calendar (or, for those who like to recycle, calendars from the years 2002, 1991, 1985, 1974, 1963, 1957, 1946, 1935, 1929, 1918, 1907, 1901, and so on and so forth...). Josh and Nilay took a week off to spend time with families, which has given them plenty of time to gather thoughts about the latest in Facebook and Instagram privacy fears.
There was also time to reflect, poetically, on what CES means for 2013 and beyond — we'll be there in full force, of course, but with a new outlook on life. All this and more plus Ross Miller filling in for Paul (his Offline Terms of Service stipulates against Google+ Hangouts [okay, maybe that joke is a little mean ]).