It has been so long and I have missed you all so much. Really. Honestly. The thing is I just don’t know how to jump back in this whole blogging thing again so I guess I am just going to do it. There has been a few life directions I have changed and last Sunday I turned 30 so this is as good of a time as any to start up the ol’ VeggieMacabeness that will someday be the word of all humanity. Just wait. “Be Excellent To Each Other”.
I was asked to speak at the 2010 Young Executives Conference for NEC and Konica Minolta next week about what lessons I have learned and how I attribute them to my success. There are a few things wrong with that last statement. One, I am neither young or an executive. I am a project manager for a medium size office that will pay for my Neuro PhD. Two, everything I learned in life has been from the 1987-91 TGIF line up on ABC so the joke is on them, I guess. Three, I am far from a success. Do successful people break off the trunk from the broccoli in the grocery store to make it lighter or hold onto a box of Nabisco Spookie Fruits from the eighties? Not really.
I know I am getting older and it really hit me when my parents sent me their gift. It was a fruit basket. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful because many people my age don’t get anything, but a fruit basket? I just sent a fruit basket to a new customer as a token of appreciation. This does not compute. Maybe I am just being a whiny weenie Will? Nononono. Wtf? A fruit basket?
I have finally managed to ignore all vices for the past couple of months and hit the gym to get back in the shape I was in at 28. My goal is to be in better shape, look hotter and be tip-top happidy hap-hap happy come this summer. I have a goal to make this the one true crazy summer of fun and mayhem. And then grow up. You know, like buy land, get married and have kids? I at least make the effort.
Oh shit, it happened. I hate teenagers. Everything about them makes me want to hurt puppies and babies. I have no idea where that came from but as I am writing this I just saw two walk by in their emo-skinny jean-black and purple-wierdo hat-sad walk and I want to say, “MRAAAROOORAPDAP!” because there are no words for my pissiness. “I weep for the future“.
I know that this post had a tinge of bitchiness to it but I promise great stuff on the way including a Megadeth backstage post on the first of March. Man, I hope Dave isn’t too big of a prick. And I hope I don’t get nervous and get shaky leg syndrome like the time I met Alice Cooper. That was just embarrassing.
Casserole of Disaster 
Ugh, I feel you on the teenager thing! I physically FELT when I crossed that line that divides us and them, and I want to smack a teen every time I see one. They’re so…..AWKWARD. So painfully AWKWARD.
Welcome back to the blogosphere. As for the gift…my friend’s grandparents once got her (for Christmas) a magnet from their fridge (of their local plumber) and a can of tuna fish. Uh-huh.
PS- That goal was my goal as well for this year! Only no buying land/get married/have kids afterwards. I just want to continue the awesomeness. Total Peter Pan syndrome.
I have that syndrome too! I have had it all my life. Makes sense where I am at now, you know?
If someone gave me a can of tuna fish I would think I was about to be whacked.
Happy Birthday. I had a friend whose mom gave him a vacuum for his birthday. He was still in high school. And then there was the time his mom gave him one skate. And it wasn’t even knew, it was one had already owned and used. She gave him the other one later as a gift. HAHA I’d take the fruit basket. I love coming to your blog b/c I’m constantly reminded of things I loved but have long forgotten. Like TGIF television.
Thank you for the Bday wishes.
Ok, one skate. That is awesome. Talk about teaching the fundamentals!
When I was a kid, we had this lady in our family from Norway named Agnes. Agnes was born in 1900, so I always knew how old she was because she was the same age as the year we were in. Agnes lived to be about 95 or so. Every year on Christmas Eve we would bring Agnes a fruit basket.
PS, I have seasons 1 and 2 of Perfect Strangers on DVD and now I want to loan them to you.
PPS, I am driving through Spokane on Sunday…wave.
Are you on my coast yet? We need to get coffee and talk Cure. Seriously.
I’m at my new home, let me know when you are in the area!
I don’t know if teenagers are more douchey than ever, or if am I just a bone-fide fuddy duddy. I know I used to think I was the shit years ago, but I don’t think my friends and I were as (insert word) as the teen are nowadays.
I think we just get to a point in life when teenage wisdom is laughable. And their style and music is too loud. Or too dark in the emo case. Ok, I am getting old.
“I have a goal to make this the one true crazy summer of fun and mayhem”
Looking forward to the summer of blog posts with a whole lotta pictures-with boobs.
There will be. There will be.
i adore you, billy. also. know how i knew i was growing up? when i started a cigar-box-cash fund to go SEE IRON MAIDEN in august. in SWEDEN. yeah, i said it, IRON MAIDEN IN SWEDEN. jealous? it’s not too late to join us.
I adore you too. Miss you too. Sad panda.
Ok, I am there. I swear to every for of God that I am. I have opened a “need to expand my life” savings account. This just might cover an epic trip with amazing people to see an amazing band in an amazing land.
UP THE IRONS IN SWEDEN 2010!