Todd Turns Thirty

If you care to read this blog on a somewhat regular basis you will undoubtedly be hearing me rant and rave ad nauseam this year over my birthday. You see I was born in the Year of our Lord 1976, on Memorial day amid all the bicentennial brouhaha, and like all other Memorial Days, it was raining the day I entered this world which perhaps explains my penchant for gray & cloudy days. Besides the celebration of America's 200th birthday, the year was otherwise uneventful. Jimmy Carter was elected president (who would pardon all draft dodgers a year later), disco was in its glory days, and a war was just lost as were the 56,000 Americans who died during the "police action." Basically, the year sucked the big one, but to learn more about the 70's just watch VH1; God knows that channel never quits making with the nostalgia!

What does all this mean? It means that in 5 short months I will be "celebrating" (read: lamenting) my 30th birthday, a milestone eclipsed in dread only by one's 40th birthday and perhaps the "BIG 5-0" as well. It seems unfair that my twenties are coming to a close what with so much left undone. And by the way, how in the hell is it 2006 already?! Half of the first decade of the 21st century has come and gone... what a gip! Granted, on the precipice of 30 I'm not quite as lucid as I once was, but so help me, didn't time move much slower before Y2K? Adolescence ambled along with mindnumbing lethargy, each school year longer than the last. The innocence of childhood slowly gave way to pre-teen awkwardness which begat high school bravado and pigheadedness. So how did my twenties come and go so quickly and how am I already staring 30 in the face?

I suppose I will get over it. The dreaded day will come and go with little fanfare and by the middle of June the sting of reality will have healed, it'll leave a scar but I will move on. I guess I could be like Tim McGraw and write a sappy song to mark the time and describe what I plan to do for "my next 30 years" but I don't want to be gay. Besides, I'm a firm believer that announcing your plans is a good way to make God laugh, so I'll just state that in my 30's I only hope to go fishing and hunting more often and try to learn to be a better person. I would also like to get married to the right woman though females have proven to be the most elusive and unpredictable of all quarry so I'll reserve the notion of holding my breath for a later date.

Alright, I'll stop boring you with my personal pathos and self-loathing. So this blog hasn't been a complete waste of your time I've linked a short documentary on the Man in Black, courtesy of fastfocus.tv. Just click on Johnny and enjoy.

I know how you feel, Johnny.