Too Old to Suffer
Feb. 1st, 2008 01:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigirlFriday is a horrible day to post an LJ entry. No one is online on Fridays. Everyone's out getting drunk and making out with inebriated chicks. Or, if they're my friends, out LARPing or RPGing. People aren't even around in the afternoon when you'd think they'd be at work killing time and praying for a time warp to miraculously appear next to their cubicle so they could jump forward to 5:00PM. Usually I try not to post on Fridays but there's something about the last day of the work week that makes me bored and lazy, so often times journaling is the only thing that's worth doing once Facebook and MySpace have yielded all they can yield.
Work is still busy. This will come as a surprise to no one. It has been two months since the last time I took a lunch break. The term itself has become alien to me. "What? You mean I'm supposed to leave my desk? Go eat at a different table? With people who aren't discussing which stewardship report needs to go out next? Huh? Me no understand. Me go back to typing acknowldgement letter." *click, click, click, click, click*
Last night I stayed on campus after work because I wanted to go see Michael Ian Black do stand-up in Reisinger. His routine was okay. I find him to be a rather inconsistent comedian, which is to say that I only laugh at about half of his jokes. His brand of humor is a little too crude for my taste. I much prefer Jake Johannsen and Mario Cantone and Demetri Martin and the late Richard Jeni. All of them are a little more cerebral. But, still, I love VH1's "I Love the..." series so I had to go see him. The auditorium was packed. Doors didn't open until 7:00 PM and people started lining up at 6:00 PM. It was fun though. Even if I did look around at one point and think "God, these kids look so young," right before I remembered that I'm about ten years older than all of them.
Occasionally my eyes would land on a cute guy or girl and I'd feel that sweet little jolt you get when your see something you like, and I'd think "Wow, if I were eighteen I would SO be crushing on that person." And then it would hit me that I am not eighteen anymore. I'm nearly thirty. And even if I was in a position to pursue a new romantic relationship, I would be way too old for these kids. I wouldn't even register as a blip on their radar. That's a weird thought. Back in college Gayle and I used to say how strange it was that we were too old to date high school guys, especially since those were the guys we'd been lusting after ever since we hit puberty. It's the same idea. Now that I'm nearly thirty I'm too old for college kids, and that's weird because I spent the last decade of my life chasing after them. Jake Johannsen was on Letterman this week and he did a bit about having reached the point in his life where he's become completely invisible to twenty-three year olds. I think I'm closing in on it myself. Which is fine because twenty-three year olds are notoriously stupid. I was twenty-three once so I can confirm.
I actually wanted to post a YouTube video of Jake Johannsen doing stand-up. He's my favorite comedian in the whole wide world. But YouTube didn't have the best selection of clips. Some user did post his single best comedy special "This'll Take About an Hour" in its entirety, but he put it up in six minute chunks and cut them in really weird places. Like, he cut some of the segments right in the middle of a joke. Stupid.
I've decided that I am jealous of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
irishelf's abs as seen in her profile picture on Facebook and want them as my own. Too bad I can no longer do any form of hip, leg, or trunk toning exercises unless I want to spend the following seven days in excrutiating pain. Thank you "rare" neurological pain disorder! Now I will never achieve my dream of having washboard abs. Biology? Physiology? God? You can all suck my dick.
Work is still busy. This will come as a surprise to no one. It has been two months since the last time I took a lunch break. The term itself has become alien to me. "What? You mean I'm supposed to leave my desk? Go eat at a different table? With people who aren't discussing which stewardship report needs to go out next? Huh? Me no understand. Me go back to typing acknowldgement letter." *click, click, click, click, click*
Last night I stayed on campus after work because I wanted to go see Michael Ian Black do stand-up in Reisinger. His routine was okay. I find him to be a rather inconsistent comedian, which is to say that I only laugh at about half of his jokes. His brand of humor is a little too crude for my taste. I much prefer Jake Johannsen and Mario Cantone and Demetri Martin and the late Richard Jeni. All of them are a little more cerebral. But, still, I love VH1's "I Love the..." series so I had to go see him. The auditorium was packed. Doors didn't open until 7:00 PM and people started lining up at 6:00 PM. It was fun though. Even if I did look around at one point and think "God, these kids look so young," right before I remembered that I'm about ten years older than all of them.
Occasionally my eyes would land on a cute guy or girl and I'd feel that sweet little jolt you get when your see something you like, and I'd think "Wow, if I were eighteen I would SO be crushing on that person." And then it would hit me that I am not eighteen anymore. I'm nearly thirty. And even if I was in a position to pursue a new romantic relationship, I would be way too old for these kids. I wouldn't even register as a blip on their radar. That's a weird thought. Back in college Gayle and I used to say how strange it was that we were too old to date high school guys, especially since those were the guys we'd been lusting after ever since we hit puberty. It's the same idea. Now that I'm nearly thirty I'm too old for college kids, and that's weird because I spent the last decade of my life chasing after them. Jake Johannsen was on Letterman this week and he did a bit about having reached the point in his life where he's become completely invisible to twenty-three year olds. I think I'm closing in on it myself. Which is fine because twenty-three year olds are notoriously stupid. I was twenty-three once so I can confirm.
I actually wanted to post a YouTube video of Jake Johannsen doing stand-up. He's my favorite comedian in the whole wide world. But YouTube didn't have the best selection of clips. Some user did post his single best comedy special "This'll Take About an Hour" in its entirety, but he put it up in six minute chunks and cut them in really weird places. Like, he cut some of the segments right in the middle of a joke. Stupid.
I've decided that I am jealous of
irishelf's abs as seen in her profile picture on Facebook and want them as my own. Too bad I can no longer do any form of hip, leg, or trunk toning exercises unless I want to spend the following seven days in excrutiating pain. Thank you "rare" neurological pain disorder! Now I will never achieve my dream of having washboard abs. Biology? Physiology? God? You can all suck my dick.
