Ultramundane: It’s Just Not Natural

At the Giants/White Sox game this past weekend, they played the typical organ tunes (“Charge!”) and drum beats to get the croud cheering. Suddenly I realized that every time the drums beat:

Boom, Boom, Boom-Boom, Boom

I reflexively said:

Pon Pon Pata Pon.

“And in the bottom of the eighth, the Zigaton Crabs are down with three, the Eyeballs up with seven…”

No, I’m not affected by the media I play. Why do you ask?

We’ve also been playing Mario Kart Wii and Grand Theft Auto IV. So perhaps this isn’t the best time for me to borrow your car either.

Middle Age is when the mirror confronts you with bad zits and grey hairs at the same time.

Middle Age is when your car insurance premiums go down, but you still play Grand Theft Auto IV at home.

Middle Age is when you realize you could wear neon pink and green again now but really shouldn’t, because it was a bad idea the first time.

Middle Age is when you wonder if you’ve made this blog post before.