Reason number, oh, nine billion and four why I am old.

I was just driving home from Target and found myself sitting at a stoplight behind another car that was filled with a bunch of kids bouncin' to the beat. (I'm not entirely old yet - I couldn't hear what they were playing because my Mary Prankster was a bit too loud...) They're bouncing so hard the car is shaking though. And I notice that their trunk is coming open. Obviously, you know, because they're shaking the car so hard.

So as we pull away I'm thinking to myself, "Gosh. I should pull up alongside them to let them know that their trunk is open before something falls out." At which point I see the bright blue neon being slowly revealed and realize that their trunk is, in fact, opening on purpose to reveal the tricked out sound system within. So no go on the letting them know, I suppose.

Even worse? I'm old because I was going to include an image as a helpful visual aide, but realized that I don't actually know what a tricked out speaker system in one's trunk is called. Which just made my google search worthless. Apparently I need to go play more Need for Speed: Underground. And lose 20 years or so...

If you are as easily emotionally manipulated by movies as I am, and alone on Christmas Eve as I am, "The Family Stone" is *not* a good movie to go see by yourself. Let's just say that while the trailer presents the film as a wacky, ensemble comedy, holiday movie, there's a subplot they don't mention.

On the other hand, I'm bumming at being alone tonight, so it's quite possible "Terminator" would have the same effect. "The terminator? He just wants to be loved! WAH"

Ahh well. Merry Christmas to all from mine to yours!

Dante-tater

Dante-tater
Originally uploaded by digression.

Taken with Keith's cell phone. When he lays like this, I have an incurable urge to blow raspberries on his tummy.