Thursday, May 22, 2003

Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, children of all ages. The internet is great isn't it? Every time I find I can do something from the comfort of my home or anyones home or anywhere there is a computer and a fat pipe to the www it brings a smile to my face. I grew up with the internet so it should be all old hat to me, but I continue to be amazed at least a couple of times a month. Like right now, I am at my parents house committing my thoughts to the web, and I am in my pajamas, and there is a funny smell in the room and it is starting to drive me nuts. The fact that I can pay bills, steal music, shop and a plethora of other things makes me happy, especially since I don't have to leave my house and deal with the drek that occupies the planet we live on; and I don't even have to wear pants. What is that smell???

I am having a hard time dealing with reality.

My brother is getting married in two days. My little brother... little brother... not so little anymore. It is hard to imagine that the person who I grew up with, wrestled in the living room with, suffered at the hands of evil in grade school with, is getting married. The little kid who I played every summer night in the neighborhood with, the kid who I played video games with, the kid who I made my personal slave, that kid... is getting married. I am sure it will all hit me sometime in the future, like I will wake up in February 2004 and start yelling “Holy shit, my brother is married, MARRIED” Upb and Velveteen can attest to my doing this. I think it is because I think everything through so much that I don't come to the conclusion and realization that it happened until sometime later. I experience things just fine but then I need to sit down and think and think and think and eventually I can believe or maybe convince myself that the thing that I experienced actually happened. Thankfully I only seem to do this with big things, weddings, funerals, trips to GenCon. It's good I don't do it with everyday things, “Hmm, did I really just eat that sandwich or did I just dream that I did,” I would not function so well in regular life that way.

Ladies and gentlemen, time marches forward and no matter what we do to stop it, it keeps on going, and with the marching comes the happenings.

Now it is getting late and the smell is dissipating, or maybe I just imagined it to begin with. No one will really know.

Good Night.
Thus spake Shaft at 4:21 AM