Get off my lawn

I am 55 years old today.  I maintain that I'll be 54 until 6:38 PM, but that's my problem.   I have read that 50 is the new 40.  I have also read that 50 is the new 30.  I like that better.  That makes me the new 33.  I actually meant to start this last year, when I would have been the new 32 years, 4 months and 24 days.  I thought that was funnier.  At least 33 is a symbolic number.  I'd explain that, but then I'd have to kill you.  Have a Rolling Rock for me.

Fifty is the new 50.  I thought of that earlier this year.  At least I thought I thought of it.  Turns out I didn't.  There's a book.  At least I think it's a book: A title and author showed up on Google.  Who has time to read?  I also thought I thought of the title of this blog.  Well, the idea of using it for a blog title.  Turns out somebody's already using it on something called "Public Radio Exchange."  (Sounds liberal to me.)  It seems there are at least 3 other blogs with this title too.  None of them have registered a trademark though.  I think I will.

According to Wikipedia "The phrase (You kids get off my lawn!) presents in a jocularly sarcastic fashion the supposed reaction of an archetypical elderly middle-class homeowner confronting obstreperous teenagers crossing or entering his property. More generally the idiom pokes fun at older conservative bourgeoisie as a class."

Works for me.

A little more about me:  I have a job.  At least (I hope) for the next 2 years, 9 months & 19 days.  It is a job that I don't hate (which I know makes me extremely lucky) but one that severely limits what I can say in public, especially about politics.  I like skating on thin ice however, so as those 1024 days dwindle down, we'll see what happens.  (I just realized I have a kiloday left until retirement.  Half of the 10 kinds of people in the world will be amused by that.)

I'm 55 years old.  I figure I have about 15 good years left, followed by about a decade of steady decline, before I assume room temperature.  I need to do something, so I think I'll blog.  I've thought about it for some time, but I find arrogance a rather distasteful personality trait.  One has to be pretty arrogant to think that anyone might be remotely interested in reading what one has to say.  What the hell.

Now you obstreperous teenagers GET OFF MY LAWN.