Old School Is The New School

I'm sure all of it's a phase that will fade away as quickly as the "Homeless Guy With Golden Voice" buzz ... but, I'm enjoying living life like it's the year 2000 lately.

A buddy and I were recently discussing how ICQ should make a comeback. If you have to ask what ICQ is, you don't know nothin' and I don't respect you. It was like hotornot.com (back when that was considered a legitimate dating site), Myspace, and let's just say ... Wal-Mart ... all wrapped into one back in the day. It was the communication method. It was the FUTURE! And then it died a horrible death when everyone left it like a sad old ghost town for AIM. I held on for as long as I could, sticking to my good ol' ICQ until I was like the mayor of the application. Just me, by myself, with no damn contacts left.

But, for nostalgia reasons, we dug up our old ICQ numbers, dusted them off, and logged in. And it's actually .... not bad at all. You can import AIM contacts (although I've had some problems with that), and also all your Facebook chat contacts. Of course, none of my old ICQ contacts still use the thing, but I think all of you should. Join the revolution. I'm at ICQ #: 143702682. Holler.

Beyond that, I've been working out regularly again. Jogging, lifting weights, doing the ab workouts, eating better, the whole bit. Back when I was in high school and fresh out, I was in great shape. I was in weightlifting, used to box, play football. I look at old videos and pictures from back then and it makes me feel like some sort of amorphous, unwieldy blob. So, to hell with it. I'm committing to getting back in shape with more than a "Well ... I'll jog a couple times a month, and eat one grilled meal instead of fried every two weeks and see what happens" approach. I'm sore as hell, and I'm sure I'm embarrassing myself publicly ... but, it feels great. If my willpower can stand the test of time, I might be able to take my shirt off in public without shedding tears before summer's end.

Got myself some Dr. Bronner's soap and an accupressure mat. When the hell did I turn into such a punkass?

This punkass is going to take a shower, drink some wine, and write up a business proposal. It's almost like I'm a responsible adult man. But, I'm only faking it for the cameras ...