Musing

On Turning 21 or The Fallacy of Growing Up The birthday that finally awards everyone full adult status is often considered the last birthday to look forward to. After that, you're Just Getting Older. But let's all be honest - there probably isn't a soul living on this earth who actually declined any form of alcohol until he or she turned 21 years of age. To me, it seems like there is even less reason to celebrate at 21. Where's the excitement/pleasure in doing something that is now 100% legal? Is it the ability to go to bars? Those smokey holes would quickly be in the red if they expected me to support them in any way, shape, or form. Is it the ability to finally walk into a liquor store alone? Excuse me while I laugh at your joy in that childish pleasure. Weren't we done growing up at 16? Once you're old enough to work and drive, what integral part of life is left? 18 years of life gets you assorted legal rights which most of us never have to...

Well Damn or Why My Mother Should Not Empty My Wastebaskets Before I go any farther, I should probably say that this post has nothing to do with finding used condoms in the trash. There, I said it. I had found a paper, dated back to the winter of 02-03, entitled "An Incomplete List of Some of the Funniest Ways to Die Laughing." I had intended to copy it here and polish it up a little bit, but I accidentally trashed it earlier. Apparently, Mom also emptied the trash in here earlier for some reason. So the poor post has been lost. :-( I will do my best to recreate it to the best of my ability. Sometime in the near future, anyway. This new bloggy goodness is going to take some getting used to, but I think I'm going to like it. Ignore any extra commentary-type links. Note: This is my 100th post! Yay! Too bad it sucked.