How’s everybody doing? Me, I’m doing pretty well. I’m really enjoying the awesome weather we’ve been having the last little while, and I hope you all are too, unless you’re one of those people who for whatever reason is stuck somewhere with not so great weather, in which case allow me to say, hahahahaha! Ok, that wasn’t very nice, but still, hahahahaha! Seriously though, I really shouldn’t laugh considering that I bitch about bad weather more than just about anyone I know. Snow and cold and even rain are things that tend to fuck up my day, sometimes to a frightening degree. If you’ve ever wanted to see a happy fun person change on a dime and become an angry ranting loon, come hang out with me on a crappy day sometime. I have no idea why this happens, but it does, and I’ve noticed that it gets worse the older I get.
Speaking of getting older, I want to send out an early happy birthday to my little brother. Ok, he’s not that little, but he’s younger than I am and I can’t come up with a better term than the one everybody else uses, so little brother it is. He turns 20 on the weekend. That scares me. It scares me because I can’t figure out where the time went. It seems like just yesterday I was telling him stories and bouncing him around the living room when we wrestled, and now he’s old enough to drink and vote, and if he tried, I’m sure there’s a pretty good chance he could beat my ass.
Many times I sit around and wonder when exactly it was that they decided to speed up time, and how exactly it was that I managed to miss the memo, even though I know that that’s just the way things work. Time passes before you know it. Things change, people grow up and move on, nothing ever stays the same permanently. Some days it’s hard to get my head around that. I’m only 26, but I already find myself looking back on how much things have changed in my lifetime, and sometimes, even though I hate to admit it, longing for the good old days. Ahh yes, the good old days. The days when there were only 10 channels on TV, and that was just if you had one of those big towers outside of your house and lived someplace that didn’t have a bunch of tall buildings blocking the signal. If you didn’t have that, you got 3, and 1 of them was in a language you couldn’t understand. The days when you could say to somebody that they sounded like a broken record and not get a look in return that said something along the lines of “a broken what now? God, old people suck, and they smell funny. Mom, this old motherfucker is scaring me, let’s go home.” The days when saying something like motherfucker within earshot of your parents would get you grounded for a year. The days when your blog was written down on bits of paper in a book, and you’d flip out if somebody found it and read it, rather than typed out and stored on a server somewhere for everybody to see, even though some people still flip out if somebody manages to find it and read it, but that’s another post for another day. The days before anybody knew what a blog, or even an internet was. The days when nobody wanted to, or was able to be in touch and connected to the office 24/7. I could go on, but none of us have forever to sit here and read it. Time is passing every day, and we all need to realize that, not take for granted what we have and where we are, and spend what time we do have here in the best way we possibly can.
That was much heavier than I was expecting.
I’m not sure if I’ve ever told any of you this story before, but I almost got to see Elvis Presley once. It’s true. I was super close to seeing him, but then my shovel broke.
Ok, I guess some things never do change. I’m still a prick. Sometimes I can be a sentimental prick, but still, a prick is a prick is a prick, or something like that.
Before I go, I want to thank Carin for all of the work she’s done here. It’s easier than it’s ever been to get in touch with us now and you now have the ability to search the whole web and hopefully once Google gets their act together this entire site from here, and that’s pretty much all because of her. Thanks for taking all of the time to figure this stuff out. I’m far too stupid for most of these things, so thanks for everything.
That’s all for now, but I’m sure there’ll be more to come, including, hopefully, my take on what sounds like a pretty interesting Backlash show. And by interesting, I don’t mean good, at least not if the highlights I saw on Raw mean anything.
Ok, I’m gone now.