Blogs: Curmudgeonly old coots in training

Now maybe it's just my type of blog that this applies to, but it occurs to me that I'm doing pretty much the equivalent of sitting on the front porch with a lemonade in one hand and a cane in the other, glaring at the young whipper-snappers running around like idiots and bitching about the way things used to be, in that unreachable realm of idealized history.

I have a hard time arguing against the comparison; I am after all rather a curmudgeon, and there’s no end to the list of crap that pisses me off. And it’s hard to argue with a domain name like mine. And I regularly go off ranting to my dogs about dubya or the media or the price of doggie treats… so given that, is this my destiny? To be old as hell dictating to my pc a new rant while auto-driving down to the dealer to ask why the auto-drive works just like cruise control? Naaahhh….

And another thing! What’s with these shit-tastic Japanimation fads? I can’t turn around without seeing some sexually indeterminate, large headed, alien-eyed cartoon in every other video game, cartoon show or movie. Why do American morons feel the need to obsess over a culture as fucked up as Japan’s? They sell girls’ panties in vending machines there ffs. Give me an episode of that epileptic seizure inducing cartoon over that anime shit anytime.