Adventures in Maturity
By Gordon Dymowski
Yeah, it's December, and this whole "end of the year" stuff takes on a
whole new meaning. Year-end retrospectives, millennial crises, Christmas
shopping way too early...yes, friends, it is December.
Looking back on this past year, I can honestly say that it wasn't all too
bad. Sure, recent events have me a little less-than-ideal (the young lady
I hired in August is leaving because she feels underworked - nothing too
stressful or anything), but things are OK. Living in one city for a
prolonged period of sure time helps, as well as having friends, time, and
distance from you...
Still, this year did have its highlights.... the prediction that the moon
would spin out of orbit and into space, as proposed by the old TV series
Space: 1999, has not come to pass. Angry Dan wrote a really funny
satire of my column back in April, although I think he's secretly jealous
'cause chicks dig older guys like me...oh, and Dennis Rodman has hit the
bottom of the pop culture barrel. OK, those are the highlights...
The only thing I don't like about the end of the year is the plethora of
retrospectives on the year, which almost always begins after
Thanksgiving. Now, with the whole end of the millennium phenomena, we're
examining a much greater plate. I mean, who cares? Let's wait until, say,
February to get some kind of context.
No, I don't have a real topic to write about, I'm just ranting. Complain
to me at Gordon_D@theshrubbery.com, and
let's make the year 2000 "The Year Gordon 'Gets Some'".