Sorry blog, forgot all about you. It's an age thing. Brain cells tend to bead up then roll off my head. Sneaky little devils. Maybe this is why I'm no longer part of that target group that advertisers love (18 to 45). They spend all that money on ads trying to pull the cash out of my wallet and I just forget their commercials five minutes later. "Damn what was the name of that new cola that I couldn't be cool without?" I can't even remember what fast food place sells the burgers at a hip hop pace. What the hell is hip hop anyways? No I'm more the black socks in sandal's type (no matching problems with black) standing in line at the local buffet restaurant. Ah the early bird specials. I guess you can tell I'm not into rap that much. Don't get me wrong, I do love music, it's just that all the current styles have passed me by. You kids with your IPods and your MP3 players. Little machines for little music. You call that rock? When I was your age music was BIG! Big rock coming from big 8 track tapes. Big 12" records too. The type that scratched the first time you played them. Back then scratching was bad (and I don't mean good). And the music came out of real speakers about the size of refrigerators. For some reason today's music systems are all backwards. Car stereos are big and loud enough for a small arena, while home systems fit in a shoe box. Go figure. You may not be able to hear music very well at home but don't worry just hop in your car and you can listen to music from the car four lanes over. On the freeway. Doing 70 mph. No wonder kids today are always going "what?". Well I have more to say but I see some dude grabbing his walker trying to get to the last of the bread pudding before me. Out of the way sister I'm on a mission.