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These old bones can't ramble on and on like they used to. I'm burning a bunch of photos (Joel's first Digital Camera Collection Vol. I) onto CD and finding so many photos of me that I'd like to edit. The double chin, the failing hairline, the shiny thing inside my nostrils, and other such things that noone notices until time is frozen and viewed on the big 17" screen. Well, I usually don't notice, I can't speak for the rest of america which has been diligently acknowledging and chronicling my flaws since puberty because that's when you're "legal". Oh well. Thanks for noticing me.
The blurry lines between Irony and reality
I was in a dork-store today (that's what we dorks call comics,RPG,and Card stores in an effort to reclaim the word 'dork' from a misodorkist society) and talking with the guy behind the counter about the RPG Video game I'm playing and I paused and internally reflected at how sweet that moment in my life was. It was a funny/stereotypical situation but simultaneously it was exactly what I wanted to be doing at that point in time. In reality it's not funny, it's just the way things are, and that's a good thing. I'm confused.
