Random Thoughts, and Generic Away Message

First, random thoughts:

- Another commercial I hate: that one with the kids ordering the guy to crash-test various cars. Those kids are annoying little brats. I would refuse to crash any cars just to be contrary. (I've bitched about commercials before, here and here. And, of course, here. Oh yeah, this one too. Damn, I blog a lot about stupid commercials.)

- Why do I always wait until late the night before I leave on vacations to do laundry and pack? It's stupid of me. Usually it's not a big deal because I just stay up all night and hop my plane and sleep on the flight. But I still need to put in office time tomorrow (all day!), so it's not like I can just sleep in until I leave for the airport.

- What does one say to a girl you haven't seen since you both "graduated" from the sixth grade? I'm excited to see her and all, but there's SO much to catch up on it's almost overwhelming. She's married and has a family and a doctorate; I'm gay and have a J.D. Do we spend the whole time reminiscing about our fourth, fifth, and sixth grade teachers, or do we spend all our time talking about the present?

- I want to go to Six Flags more than once this summer.

- I still need to make it to the beach, and I want to do it sooner rather than later.

- As Dunner points out, as of today we've hit the mid-way point of the year 2005. Damn, this year been going by fast!


And now, generic away message, only not really so generic:

More Than My Luggage is on vacation for the Fourth of July weekend. It is quite likely that there will be no new posts over this holiday weekend. If I do make it to a terminal and post something, well, that would be kinda pathetic, seeing as I'd be in Vegas writing for my blog. There's much better things to be doing while I'm in Vegas. So let's hope that I don't actually post anything in the next five days. When I return I'll be officially a year older. I'll be 28. *cough*


Another random thought:

Why do we say "I'll be a year older"? It's not like that whole year sneaks up on us and hits us all at once like some quantum packet of time. We get older by the second. It's just that on one particular day of the year all those seconds add up to a whole extra year.