Thursday, September 22, 2005
Happy Freaking Birthday...
I have not, to put it mildly, been having a good work week. And as if that weren't enough, I'm also apparently old now, having turned 33 at some point today. (Or, as I put it when asked today "25 and change.")
And I could very well be old. A case I came across involved as a property in dispute, a CD by someone named "Lil Wyte". Who the hell is Lil' Wyte? Apparently he is a rapper of some kind. Once upon a time I was more than willing to purchase (stress purchase) CD's from second-rate rap artists in my ultimately futile quest to be cool and edgy. Now I'm the guy talking about how in my day, people made real music.
"No they didn't!" I swear I can hear my father yelling.
Ah, well. I'll go home tonight, and I'll talk to the other old man in the house. He's always good for a laugh.
"Hey, you're only as old as you feel!"
I feel like a nap.
And I could very well be old. A case I came across involved as a property in dispute, a CD by someone named "Lil Wyte". Who the hell is Lil' Wyte? Apparently he is a rapper of some kind. Once upon a time I was more than willing to purchase (stress purchase) CD's from second-rate rap artists in my ultimately futile quest to be cool and edgy. Now I'm the guy talking about how in my day, people made real music.
"No they didn't!" I swear I can hear my father yelling.
Ah, well. I'll go home tonight, and I'll talk to the other old man in the house. He's always good for a laugh.
"Hey, you're only as old as you feel!"
I feel like a nap.
