The True Age Test

I realized over the weekend that I am O.L.D. No, it wasn't the muscle aches after hiking (although that did confirm it for me). It was the TV that did it.

Back in the day, when I got my hands on the channel box (as I like to call it, much to T-man's dismay) I went straight to MTV. Of course, we only had one MTV, rather than many there are now. And it played at least some music videos. And maybe the Real World. But I digress.

I don't think I've watched MTV for about five years. I found the channel this weekend for about three seconds and I couldn't get away from it fast enough. What is this crap? At that moment, when I was choosing to watch CNN prime news rather than MTV, it struck me that the transformation is complete.

I am getting gray hair (thanks Mom!).

I am getting achy old-lady hips (thanks Grandma!).

I can't stand loud commercials (thanks Dad!).

And I can't watch MTV anymore to save my life. But I still like by circa 1982 MTV t-shirt that my Dad snagged for me back when I was a little kid. It looks just like the logo above, same colors and everything, and it's awesome.

Damn That's A Big Gun

Seriously, I think it's gotta be a .50 caliber, dontcha think? All I know is Ms. Twin Bullet better use two hand to shoot that puppy.

Move over Stan Lee. I just created a super hero. This website lets you create your own customized hero. Soooooo much more fun that writing serious legal things.

My favorite is her mask. Wouldn't it be nice to have one of those bad boys to put on sometimes?

Pink guns were not my first choice, but hey, pink gun, black gun, silver gun, all of them are gonna kill bad guys, right?

Its as if someone got into my head and asked what the most fabulous Easter gift could possibly be.........

And then gave the idea to McDonald's.

You know how we have the Shamrock Shake? In Britain they got the Cadbury Creme Egg McFlurry. My head just exploded.

I absolutely love Cadbury Creme Eggs. On Easter day I will go to the local market and buy out their display (which goes on sale on Easter day) and enjoy Creme Eggs for weeks afterward. Okay, the part about weeks was a lie, I can't let Creme Eggs sit in my house without eating them. For days afterward. Days. I swear I won't eat ALL of them on Easter day.

Once I found out about this, I learned a little more about Cadbury.

And dammit, I found out I was right that they reduced the size of Cadbury Creme Eggs! But only in America! Damn Brits!!!!

Yum. Chocolate. Only 35 days to go.

Bad News and More Bad News

A man whose voice I heard almost every day as a high schooler has died. Probably most of us have heard Paul Harvey on the radio. At WFRM we played his vignettes every day. They were short and usually inspirational stories with a somewhat surprise ending. He did his own commercials. Very old school. Very cool. Never again will we hear The Rest of the Story.

The Other bad news is that I will continue making less than my male counterparts no matter how dumb and lazy they are. And not just a little less, I'm talking 22% less. My dot on the graph is the highest brown one. While women ALWAYS make less than men, the do the best comparatively in service jobs.

Wait! I am SO mistaken. There are TWO whole jobs in which women make more than men: postal clerks and special education teachers. Of course, it's only 4% more, which is nothing compared to how I'm getting shafted by the legal system. Gee, guess I aimed too high. Should have aspired to be a postal clerk. I could do that, I'm good at losing the mail.