A Lot...(ch, ch, ch, changes)

I'm struggling a lot lately. There are too many things that run through my head to write about. I guess I've been off my Paxil for too long, and it's starting to show. I've been blowing up left and right. I'm like a landmine or something, waiting to be stepped on or pushed. I think I'm getting an early form of Alzheimer's. Keep losing things over and over again. I swear, this is about the 100,000th time that I've lost my phone. Damn cell phones! Back in the day, you'd never lose a corded phone, you know. They didn't give you cancer either, which was nice. You trade a cumbersome, safe object for a very convenient one.

But you know what's nice? Those IPods, man. I mean, they are sleek and powerful. Hell, I used to have to jog holding this big boxy CD player in my hand. Whenever I went over a bump, the thing would skip. I don't jog anymore, but I think these IPods would be awesome for that. It would actually make jogging fun again. If only they'd create lungs that didn't get tired. It ain't fun finishing running and gasping for air, like a girl who just got done giving J Holmes a tonsil washing.

Since we're on this topic somehow... I would like to go on record as saying that Prince Alberts are nice. Well, thoughtful in a way. It came to my attention that one of my oldest friends in life had a Prince Albert. Never knew this stuff. Why would I? Or, I should say, how would I know this about Morgan? The notion used to be disgust. I'd be like, "Why on Earth would anybody want to do that to himself?" Blah, blah, blah. But I must say this: After going out for a nice St. Patty's day lunch a few weeks ago, I noticed a hundred people all gung ho with their green garb. The entire place was "rocking" the green, man. Then I saw this  waitress with these huge shamrock earrings dangling down. It hit me. This guy can change things up; make IT look festive. I could imagine his wife being like, "Oh, it's so nice of you to put the Santa Claus faces on your junk today." Or, "Oooooh, you've got the jack-o-lanterns in your goody sack today!" I guess it's a way to always be in a joyful mood. And let's face it: I guess the girl or wife would like to look at something other than Bob Hope's hairy nose while down there.

Finally, it's funny. They're replaying all of the old ERs on TBS, I think. I'm not sure of the channel. But they're doing all from the beginning. You should see Carter, Green, Dr. Bennet, and the rest. They look so young. Anyway, the one thing that has really changed--aside from their youthful faces-- is the technology. I mean, the CPUs are crazy big; the Monitors are huge. I don't think they knew what a laptop was back then. Hhahahaha. One of the crazy things was this dude-- who had to use the phone. He pulls out his cell phone and it's like he's using a brick with a long fishing pole at the end of it. This freaking thing's archaic man! I was dying. The old wife was dying too. Funny stuff. And then, they panned to this other dude. I think he was the family member of some poor, dead slop. BUT boy, he had this Fat, thick patch of a mustache above his lip. Then, Dr. Lasalle moved over to him. Dr. Lasalle had that nice pencil thin Cool-tee, I mean, Goatee, going on. There you had it, the evolution (you would think) of mustaches, baby! The big 70's style, right next to the modern 90's style. But the crazy thing is this here... You could easily go out today and find six guys with mustaches like that big fat one. It's funny, technology becomes sleek, slender, accessible, and cool; yet, this style of mustache is still around. I don't get it. It looks like some chick from 70's porn spread her goods above your lip. Ahhhhh, maybe that's why he wears it.

But then again... Eric Roberts is still running around.