Yesterday was my 30th.
Big mother humping deal. I feel the same today as I felt yesterday. I didn’t stop reading comics, playing video games or watching cartoons. I’m the same as I was before. I went to a bar and I still ordered a PBR. I had a shot and didn’t even melt.
What’s the big damned deal?
I went to the gym and without busting my hump any more than I usually do, I showed gains in my cardio and weight training work outs.
I’m not anymore bitter or complacent today than I was 2 weeks ago. I don’t hate teenagers any more than I did then either. I’m still not wearing a tie to work, and I spent a half an hour before going to work playing Resident Evil 4. I had a 1/2 hour conversation with the cat behind the counter at my local game store on why the Sega Saturn is THE BEST game system that ever has or will grace the face of the earth.
I ain’t sweatin it.
Speaking of 30 and RE4 though, I’m finding the learning curve on that game to be kinda steep. Is it just me? Maybe I’m just used to the old school RE POV and control system, maybe I don’t get to marathon game anymore, or maybe It’s the first sign of decline.
To be fair to myself and anyone that might feel I’m not being fair to them right now, I am currently playing Metroid Prime 2 and Super Smash Bros Melee, and I’m kicking ass and taking names at both of those. Those are games for hardcore gamers.
Another note on the birthday: My wife is way cooler than you. She’d been bugging for days about me getting my gifts from Amazon at work. The box finally came yesterday, and now I see why she bugged. I constantly mention this Japanese restaurant in Denver called Domo. I go on and on about it. It’s my favorite restaurant in the whole universe (including the one at the end of it). She got me the owner’s cookbook/narrative on folk culture and food in Japan. She also got me the GOOD printing of the Ghost in the Shell manga.
She’s rad.
