At least my car insurance rates will be going down soon.
Mood:  cool
Now Playing: The Academy Is...

I can feel it. It's happening.

I'm getting old. I'm losing touch with anything that's cool, on a downward spiral into ma'am-dom.

Kids today, they're snatching up these new video game systems, and pretty soon, I won't be able to even play along. Some day some 9-year-old is going to be waving his Wii controllers in my face, and I'm going to be as awkward and clueless using this technology as my dad was, when he'd hold the Nintendo controller in his lap and use his index fingers to work the buttons instead of his thumbs.

I saw this commercial the other day for this toy I thought was Polly Pocket. "Look, they're bringing back Polly Pocket," I thought to myself. And then the little girl opens up the compact thingy, and it's a video screen inside. This LCD animated Polly-like character was running around in her little digital world, and all I can think is that at least there are no small parts.

I'm also starting to exclude myself from today's music scene, saying most of it isn't any good and sticking instead to my familiar 90s jams. I actually caught myself cranking "Whatta Man" when it came on the radio the other day. 

Also, people younger than me are going to grow up having multiple gigabytes of music always at their disposal. And here's a fact: it's a little dizzying trying to work an iPod for the first time. A coworker let me borrow his for a few hours at work a while back, and that little wheel is rather maddening. I was scrolling like a woman possessed. An old woman possessed. 

I don't want anything in particular for Christmas anymore, just days off work. I'm tutoring kids in 8th grade math I don't particularly remember, because it's just been too long since I've used it. (I may or may not have let this girl divide fractions wrong. She should have brought her damn book.) I get excited about meatloaf. I wear clothes until they get holes in them. I'm critical of people outside without a jacket on: "Look at that idiot, freezing his balls off," I think to myself.

My circle of friends is quickly becoming married and/or with children. In fact, this is not happening just in real life, but in fictional life too. Those crazy kids on Scrubs are all getting hitched and having babies and such. To those of you who are on that route, I guess I just have to say, "I'll see ya when I get there."