aging at twice the speed of light
On Friday I spent the day feeling old; 25th reunion coming up next year, Jimmy Page turning 60...it's as if someone hit the fast forward button and the last 20 years or so of my life has gone by in double speed.
I woke up today determined to get over it, already and live by the adage you're only as old as you feel. Well, maybe I should change that to you're only as old as you act. What with the various physical ailments that haunt me in wintertime, I feel like I'm 80. But maturity wise - let's just say I still find fart jokes funny.
So what do I see yesterday when I open Explorer and hit my favorites? This:
[Chris Muir's Day by Day. Click for bigger image]
Thanks, Chris. I'm right back where I was yesterday, feeling ancient, old, archaic, whatever other adjective you can find to fit there. [Today's strip really doesn't make me feel much better]
I bet I still have a bunch of those yellow inserts for the record player up in my mom's attic. Hell, I bet my copy of The Archies' Sugar Sugar is still up there as well.
Do you remember the first 45 that you bought with your own money? (Do you whippersnappers even know what a 45 is?) Mine was Sweet's Fox on the Run. It was backed with Ballroom Blitz, which ended up being the song I played more.
Ah, youth. Vinyl records, black and white tv, smoking without guilt. Those were the day.