PASS THE JOYSTICK

I truly am sloppy with the blog. Sorry to all who read this (all none of you). You'd think at my age I would be more mature and responsible. You know, set goals and keep them. Improve with each new minute. Waste time not (sorry Yoda). Nah. I'm as much a procrastinator now as I was when I was a teenager. Well at least now I don't have my mom pounding on my bedroom door shouting: "turn down that noise, get out in the yard and mow the grass". My wife took over that job. Well at least I can drive now. At least I can go to the mall and buy new video games. In teenage land, no money-very little fun. But now, more money-very little fun. Just kidding. Fun is just around the corner (and when you figure out which corner email me). Speaking of video games, did you know that 25% of all video games are bought by men in their fortys? That's me! Well I don't buy 25% of the games but I do like gaming a lot. Hey young ones. You see a man in his fortys acting all serious, trust me he's not. He's just trying to act like what he thinks a forty-year-old is suppose to act. He's really just a kid in a very used set of skin. Trust me you close the door and he'll be playing air guitar on the other side. I don't. Much too mature for that. But other old guys do. Isn't that sad. We have that kid attitude locked inside of us and we can only show it when doors are locked or when we're on our sixth beer. Maybe you saw us doing our stupid dance at the last party we went to. Or was it the last wedding? I forget. It was at the last event where we stood up in a rented tux and made that speech. You know what speech I'm talking about. THAT SPEECH. The one where the bride yelled "sit down dad". "We know your happy and we all love you too". "Mom please do something!" What the hell. If we're writing $20,000 checks for the blessed event then baby hand over the microphone. Those Swedish meatballs didn't grow on trees you know. Oh by the way, Re. The last entry. The old pope is still dead and the new pope is still old. Back to the liquor store. "Hey mister will you buy me some beer?