Obnoxious and Ranty

And a day later than promised. Yesterday I got distracted by old college basketball games, The O.C. and half-finishing my laundry and half-finishing my taxes. But boy are those turtle brownies I wasted time on delicious.

So, Rolling Stone tells me that much like when I was a teenager, the kids are listening to classic rock. A decade later I get what they're saying but I still think I have something off kilter. Of course, like when I was a teenager, they're rambling on about Pink Floyd and Led Zepplin, perhaps even The Doors. Instead, again like a decade ago, I'm listening to the "wrong" classic rock. Lately, I've been jamming on The Replacements, Bruce Springsteen, The Smiths, (still) The Stone Roses and The Beatles. Plus, I still think my music is better.

Anyway, I've started to do my taxes which only stresses me out.

I feel, in some ways, like Wesley Snipes in Demolition Man, but you know, still alive.

I'm annoyed that I've reverted to a teenager who is anti-social and reads comic books and participates in fantasy baseball, and at the same time, I'm enjoying my semi-angsty world immensely.

Anymore, I live for fancy schmancy recipes, the red glint of Netflix movies in the mail and 24. I'd be sad if all of those weren't so god-damned amazing.

Is it springtime yet?

And finally, The Giants Suck! Next topic. (Yay Baseball.)

On the next post: Will this girl find some fun in Fargo? Will she manage to get work done before the weekend? And will she ever finish watching Murderball? Stay tuned: same blog site, same obnoxious rants.