Elvis would be 73 today (I think). For all we know, he IS 73 and hanging out somewhere with Andy Kaufman and Jim Morrison and 2Pac. Myself? I’m 33 today. I’ll save the diatribe on how time flies by too fast because we all know that cliché is true. Weirdly, strangely in my 20s I thought I was not going to make it to my 30th birthday. I’m not sure why. It wasn’t like I was living on the edge chasing the dragon or self destructing like Britney; it was just a weird feeling. I was relieved to make it to 30. Three years later and I’m still going. My next goal is to still be alive when Indiana Jones 4 comes out (which is soon, yay for me). Is that weird? When we were flying home from Ohio this past Sunday we had some tough spots of turbulence, and I swear, one of the first thoughts that came to my head was, “man, if this thing goes down, I didn’t get to see Indiana Jones 4”. Possibly I’m holding on too hard to this world. Or at the very least, an unhealthy love of pop culture and devouring it. I think this is turning into a slightly creepy post. Don’t get me wrong, I always have normal thoughts about missing family and all that when turbulence hits, but IJ4 was in there too. Bottom line, I’m glad to be here still. New blog coming soon.