Cheese Me

It's Saturday morning. I remember being a kid, I would race downstairs and watch cartoons all morning long. It wasn't until some program came on (probably Love Boat or Perry Mason) that I gave up the boob tube for real life.

Now that I'm 30, I don't watch cartoons on Saturday morning anymore. Nope. It's real life, all the time. For instance, this morning, I'm conducting some systems maintenance on my web server. Later, I'll head to the store to get groceries. After that, I'll probably start re-organizing my garage. Then, it will be time for dinner, then bed. Actually, I'll have 2 hours left in the day after dinner that I could finish doing some work-from-home for the office in.

I'm not one to be overly sentimental (though I have been known to save all sorts of memorabilia from my childhood), but I do long for the days where responsibility didn't exist. Truth is, in my life time, that will never happen again. Sad, but true.

Woo hoo! I just cleared 10GB of logs out of my web server! Yay! Microsoft Updates installing! YAHOO!!!

Wow. My teenage self just called me from his Motorola Brick Phone in 1997 to let me know how lame I am and how I should get a life.

How lame: Indeed.

Gregsta'