First signs of my future
Be warned, world. If current trends continue, I’m at risk of becoming a cranky old man. All the signs are there, and certain of my clan have already made insinuations.
This evening, others are watching Ice Age Dawn Of The Dinosaurs. I can’t. The artwork is great, the storyline is adequate, but one of the voices is “driving me crazy!” That shouldn’t happen. If I was my easygoing, carefree self, I’d just roll with the punches and keep on the edge of my seat waiting for the next plot turn. I can’t.
One of the actors also has a starring role on a TV comedy. No names should be mentioned, although he has something to do with ground cheese. His regular role leaves me in bad humour, so I don’t watch the show, but here is a movie where I can’t escape his voice. Arrgh! A perfectly innocuous movie, ruined by the dubbed in voice. There is no justice.
I know; hardly even a symptom of the COMD (cranky old man disease), but one must be on guard. The next thing you know, I’ll be reacting to bad drivers when I’m not even behind the wheel. There you go; it already happens. If I had a marshmallow bazooka to launch against every idiot with a cellphone to their tiny head as they swerve down the avenue, there’d be a gummy world out there.
And what about (fill in the blank). I must start reading medical journals, in the hopes of finding a way to avoid COMD. Else, I’m going to have a long lonely slide into dementia. In passing, the government may be to blame.
