Another Year Older...

I passed another milestone Saturday. I turned another year older. I'm not what you'd call old, but I've long since passed being called young. Birthdays are supposed to be a time of reflection and re-evaluation. I've grown very tired of reflection and re-evaluation. I went out and bought plastic model kits and xbox games. Bully for me.

The sad part is the plastic model kits don't seem as slick and inspiring as they used to and the xbox games are hard as hell. What kind of super freak can play these things anyway? I used to be one of the best modem dial up quake players in the world. Now I'm fodder for thugs in Spiderman. Depressing.

Happy freakin' Birthday, Carl. Welcome to dullsville.