i’m getting old. i’m not grumpy-old-man old – yet. but i’m getting old and i now have incontrovertible proof.
first, there’s the 20th anniversary of ET. in my mind, ET was released awhile ago. maybe i’ll even grant that it was released a long time ago, but not twenty years ago. there is only one conclusion that can be drawn from this fact. sooner, rather than later, things that seemed like they happened only yesterday will, in fact, have occurred 22, or 25 years ago. and in what will seem like a few days from now, ET will be celebrating its 30th anniversay and i’ll be surprised, since it was only yesterday that it was 20 years old.
second. i swear it was the day before yesterday that i was listening to husker du and maybe it was yesterday afternoon that i bought new sugar albums [sic], but apparently it couldn’t have been yesterday. indeed, i must not have followed anything bob mould has done lately. you know how i know that bob has completely dropped off my radar? because i was shocked – shocked – to find out that he has been working behind the scenes in the wrestling industry. for quiet a while.
and the third bit of evidence that i’m getting older? i found no zero humor in gene simmons’ obnoxious banter with terri gross on fresh air.