Random Tuesday Thoughts: You Gotta Start Somewhere

I've been reading Keely, the Un Mom, for a while now. Every Tuesday she posts a slew of random thoughts and invites everyone else to do the same. Every Tuesday I forget to do this. But not today.

Let the wild randomness start!


I wonder if urban legends exist anymore because of the internet. Think about it. When I was a kid, stories such as the Life cereal kid, Mikey, dying because he ate pop rocks and soda were considered communal “truths.” Now a days, it’s all too easy to check the validity of anything because all of the world’s information is at our fingertips. That is both really cool and kinda sad.


I was looking at the daily celebrity birthdays on IMDb, as I do every day (yes I know I’m a movie nerd), and saw that an actress was turning 38. She’s getting old, I said to myself. Then it dawned on me. I will be turning 37 this week. If she’s old, I’m old. Shit.


If I were a childrens' book author, these are some of the tomes I would write, just 'cause:

• Captain McSqunity and his little dog Ratso
  

• Don’t Put That Needle in Your Mouth (and Other Cautionary Tales)

• Why Do You Think Your Finger Smells Like That?

• Bob, the Imaginary Friend Who Doesn’t Like You
  

• Every Time You Eat a Chicken Nugget, An Angel Loses It’s Wings – A Child’s Guide to Veganism.

Technology is breeding indecision. I have over 3000 songs on my iPod and I constantly play it on shuffle, but the right song never seems to come up. I can’t watch more than a minute’s worth of a video on YouTube because I’m constantly thinking about what the next one is and if it’s better than what I’m watching right now. I’ve got a stack of shows on Tivo to watch, but can’t decide which one to turn on. There’s too many choices and my attention span seems to be suffering as a result.


Despite being over politics, I’m still planning on watching the State of the Union address.


I wonder what my 14 year-old self would think of my life as it is now? Would he be content that I have a good job and a great family? Eh, he’d probably just be happy that I’ve had sex at least twice.