I’m Old

I have come to the realization that I’m old. For further proof I only need to look at my driver’s license and see that I turned 40 in 2013. Now I’m not Centrum Silver old, but if I believed that vitamins were beneficial in any way, I would at least be regular Centrum old.

What has really gotten me down this revelation of my oldness has been my odd renewed interest in this little site that I let suffer for quite some time. I imported all my old blog entries and realized that I’ve been writing blogs since 2002. I wrote my first blog ever on August 16th 2002. However, I had been around for about 6 years prior to that in one form or another with a website. I know what you’re thinking, he’s going to bore us with a story of the old days… I would but my memory isn’t that great anymore, did you forget I’m 40 now?

I was here before Facebook & MySpace, I was posting irrelevant bullshit before Twitter was a twinkle in some twit’s eye. I have been around longer than YouTube and most other social media sites out there. I was grumpy before the cat, I was an ass before Daniel Tosh made it popular, I’m just plain old.

What the hell is up with the weather? I get it winter, you can suck monkey balls if you want to. Enough with the snow and wind and other shitty conditions already. Do you realize that the sun can shine in the winter? I miss the wintery sunny days. It seems like I am either wrapped up like Ralphie’s brother in A Christmas Story or it gets a little warm and we get a bunch of snow dumped on us. Will it ever end? I only need to remember we got over a foot of snow the first week of May last year… so the answer may be no.

2 comments

  1. I don’t want to sound like the old guy in the tan windbreaker sitting next to you on the park bench, feeding the ducks, but I will. These kids today don’t what it’s like to have to build their own website from scratch so they can have a place to post their ridiculous thoughts. They have the Facebook and the Twitter and don’t have to know anything. Face it, DH, we are the internet pioneers.

  2. I don’t want to sound like the old guy in the tan windbreaker sitting next to you on the park bench, feeding the ducks, but I will. These kids today don’t what it’s like to have to build their own website from scratch so they can have a place to post their ridiculous thoughts. They have the Facebook and the Twitter and don’t have to know anything. Face it, DH, we are the internet pioneers.

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