I’m pretty sure at my age I should be listening to something other than Adam Ant.  Maybe some Mumford & Sons or Bon Iver if I want to maintain some sort of urban guy cred.  But, no, I listen to Adam Ant.  Adam Ant and my son’s music.  Did you know that young people like to shop in thrift shops?  I remember that…

I like to watch 30 Rock, but my wife doesn’t, because my wife doesn’t need to see Tina Fey’s boobs.

I am lonley, and my listener/shrink seems to have disappeared.  So, I am left asking myself “How does that make me feel.” And, you know how that makes me feel?  Lonely.  Who is my one true friend?  Netflix.  Netflix and Floris.  And you.  Thanks.