Still a kid on a couch...

I’ve had an interesting experience today. Thanks to the random number generator I listened to Po’ Girl’s album “Vagabond Lullaby.” Obviously, no one reading this has ever heard this album because on reflection, I don’t think I ever had. For the life of me, I cannot remember buying this disc. I listened to every song and there wasn’t a single one that sounded in any way familiar. This concerns me because it makes me think that my CD collection is expanding on its own. Like it’s gotten so large that it attracts discs through the sheer force of gravity. Why it chose a disc featuring three female singers and a vaguely bluegrass fiddle is beyond me.

(All I can think of is that I bought this disc thinking it was like The Be Good Tanyas, a band that I like. This one, not so much.)

My other interesting experience from today is based on my train of thought while driving to work this morning. For some reason I was thinking about Mystery Science Theater 3000 and how awesome it was watching that show right after I graduated from college. See, after graduation I had a month and a half off before my job started. That left me living at my parents (since I had absolutely no money) and I spent many a late night sitting around watching MST3K. And around this time I was talking with my brother-in-law and he said that at some point in my life I won’t be able to stay up late watching 120 Minutes. And he’s right. Now, I stay up late watching Pants Off Dance Off. Because those bastards cancelled 120 Minutes.

This conversation took place nearly twelve years ago and yet here I am, still staying up late, still watching incredibly odd cable shows. I’m not sure if I should be proud of this fact or disturbed. A part of me wouldn’t mind growing up and being an actual adult and another part of me says that I’m an adult enough of the day, I need at least some time to myself. That’s the really strange thing. I’ve had this incredibly successful life while at the same time basically being the pop culture slacker I’ve always been. I’m the type of guy who talks to executives the morning after attending a New Pornographers concert. It’s rather amazing.

I wonder how long I’ll be able to keep this up. As most people reading this know, I believe that at some point in my life falling in love and getting married would be a good thing. I’m guessing that at that point I’ll be encouraged to, you know, get a life and stop spending every single moment in front of a television set. Though to be honest, I assume that is all married couples do. Like if I get married I’ll suddenly become very interested in what is happening on Grey’s Anatomy. I’d like to avoid that at all possible.

Not sure if I have a point to all of this other than at times I really feel like part of me is nineteen and part of me is forty-five. And I’m not quite sure which side is winning. Eventually I’ll start acting my age, just as soon as I figure out what that will entail.