the clog

Pieces of You(th)...

Yeah, it's me again. Not like it could be anybody else...but yeah, it's me. Anyway, little question: does anyone know when you can be considered "all grown up"? It's a simple question but I'll rephrase it if you didn't catch my drift: at what point does a person stop being a child? I'm asking this question because I've just had the horrifying thought that I may never grow up. I mean, I very much doubt that my taste in humour will ever get past that teenager stage (you know, the stage where you laugh uproariously at any sexual innuendo joke...or when a person somehow accidently glues his wiener to the door. You know, low brow humour). At the same time, I also enjoy watching Frasier. My brother-in-law says that only sophisticated people can appreciate the humour in Frasier. Much in the same way that only geeks seem to understand the jokes in Dilbert (I love Dilbert, by the way. The comic strip, not the character himself. Stop making me out to be gay, dammit!). Anyway, does that make me a contradiction? I don't think so. Y'see, I seriously doubt that I'll ever be 100% "grown up". I mean, phsically I grow older. Mentally, I know more about the world around me and can even dispassionately analyze it. But if just aging were the answer to maturity...well, I should have been a "grown up" years ago. Some days I feel like my soul will always remain at 12. Why 12? I dunno. I always pictured myself stuck there. Maybe it was because it was an age where it seemed like everything was on the threshold of something greater (hey, I began to notice wimmen's boobs at around that age. I just never noticed that my female friends were actually growing any...). However, some days I just feel uber-old. Like the other day where my friends were talking about going out and partying and drinking till dawn...the only reaction I had was "man, I just want to sleep the weekend off". It also doesn't help that I don't drink. But there seemed, for the briefest of moments, a chasm opening up marking the mental age gap between them and me. Did I find their antics distasteful because I'm mentally older than them, or because I just don't get it because I'm too young? Oh, and I also like listening to 70's music a lot. And the 80's. Agh, I'm forgetting the point I'm trying to make. Wait...ah, forget it. I lost my train of thought.

So, chugging right along...I have never gotten over my fascination with comics. Yes, it's still seen as a preoccupation of the young, but I have never gotten over it. They're fun to read and tend to be more diverse and meaningful than some books that I have seen over the years (read: emotional fluff books that ALWAYS have some man in varying degrees of undress clutching a voluptuous woman. The title would inevitably have something that suggests both the virility of the man as well as his tenderness like: Gentle Rogue, or Gentle Barbarian Lover, or Tender but-oh-so-virile Man lover...you know the type of book I'm talking about. I don't mean to rag on any one genre (since there are examples of literary crap in any genre that you get into) but Romance novels seem to be the main offenders of crap literature. And women complain about men reading Girly Mags (the ones that have nekkid wimmen in them). Ah, well). Like I was saying: comics are diverse in both art style as well as story type. Any person who disagrees has obviously not examined the comic market of late and are relying solely on a stereotype perpetuated by society. I mean, the art of it all! Yeah, anyway, that's not the point that I'm trying to make. The point that I want to make today is that one of my favourite internet sites (where I can get comics) has been shut down. Yes, Snoopycool.com has been shut down. It's still there, but for all intents and purposes the site is dead. Just like that cat I saw on the side of the rode this morning. It was all mangled and icky looking. Yes, I felt like a piece of my youth had passed on (because of the Snoopycool shutting down, not the cat. I'm not a big lover of cats (or animals in general for that matter), so seeing a cat run over does not illicit any sort of emotion from me at all. Yes, I'm probably headed for hell...). Now what do I use the internet for? Porn? Bah, it just isn't the same. I want my comics back (further proof that I have yet to grow up. What sane adult would choose comics over porn?)!

So, in case you fell asleep as you were reading this, I'll summarize:

1 You don't get older just because you grow older.
2 Comics are good.

Okay, that's the end of the rant. Everybody please leave in an orderly manner, single file...tea and coffee will be served in the lounge...