The Dark Side
This is not a post about the new Star Wars movie. I haven't seen it yet, and may not. After the crap about testing positive for Jedi in Episode 1, the series cannot be redeemed. Even a crack team of Tim Burton, Alfred Hitchcock, and Steven Spielberg can't save that franchise.
Nor is this a post about how my sister had to be carried in by her friends last night because she was so drunk. That's mostly because other than that, there's not much to tell... I just wrapped her up in some blankets, gave her a spare pillow, and let her sleep it off.
No. This is a post of mourning. I have no place left to run, and the time I have dreaded has finally come. It is now my turn to be dragged kicking and screaming into the modern era.
In other words... I now own a cellular phone.
You may commence with the mocking laughter.
Nor is this a post about how my sister had to be carried in by her friends last night because she was so drunk. That's mostly because other than that, there's not much to tell... I just wrapped her up in some blankets, gave her a spare pillow, and let her sleep it off.
No. This is a post of mourning. I have no place left to run, and the time I have dreaded has finally come. It is now my turn to be dragged kicking and screaming into the modern era.
In other words... I now own a cellular phone.
You may commence with the mocking laughter.