black holes and revelations
It is now... June 2nd. Aside from this realization, it also strikes me - again - that I will be a whopping twenty-five in the span of six months and five days.

If you say six months doesn't go by quickly, peek real quick at the last six, and then sell that line again. Hint: it won't come out as convincingly to you, or at least, it shouldn't.

Beyond my own regular obsession with the fact that I'm finally approaching the point of no return and zenith of my youth, it occurs to me because somebody has a birthday party later today at 3. I had a discussion earlier this week about "appropriateness" of gifts for someone who's of middle school age, and had to explain why video games (let's get a pass card for Square Soft relics and all the other creative and thoughtful games/developers over the years) definitely don't rank up there on the "worthy and desirable" priority list, even if the gift-getter in question wants them.

We picked out something though that I thought he'd like and that also wouldn't be an invitation to sit on his butt clicking away at a 360/ps2-3/wii/whatever controller.

I understand the ways in which people think so little about what they feed children, anybody's children with.. their minds, their hearts, their eyes and their ears, but seriously, if I hear another sincere "why does it matter? they want it" from somebody I may just try to legalize good book reading and classy/interesting music listening amongst a million other things. I do have an unapologetic autocrat in me somewhere, that's for sure.

Half-jokes aside, video games aren't bad, but mostly I'd rather they be minimal in anybody's life - same with tv, beer-drinking, pop culture sex and beauty magazines (who -always- seem to have the secret to fifty gillion orgasms and that so sexy little number to wear to please your big hungering man..), and everything else that is if not the great satan, then at least dumb.