phildodd wrote:

Spoke wrote:not giving a fuck about looking "cool".

You're only saying that because you think it makes you look cool...parents are always doing that...

next you'll say i make "dad rock", you big meanie.

Getting fatter.

When I was a young'un, I used to be able to count my ribs (and my abs) and I was extremely susceptible to the cold Chicago winters. Nowadays I have this nice cushiony layer of fat inside my torso which insulates me from the weather. It's like being wrapped inside a nice cozy blanket all the time.


Body hair.

Nowadays I can stand in front of a mirror and say to myself, "Yep, now that's what a man looks like."


Decreased libido.

It's kind of a relief to not always feel like I'm under constant pressure to fuck every female within my immediate area.


The farting.

There are few bodily pleasures more satisfying than a good healthy fart and now that I'm getting older, I'm having farts aplenty. I hope this trend continues over the coming years.


Going deaf.

Used to be whenever I was out in public and would overhear people nearby talking derisively about somebody, I'd worry that I might be the topic of their conversation. Nowadays, after decades of extremely loud rock music I can't hardly hear what the hell anybody is saying, and I find I'm a lot less paranoid.

Colonel Panic wrote:Decreased libido.

It's kind of a relief to not always feel like I'm under constant pressure to fuck every female within my immediate area.

This would be nice. When did this kick in?

Yesterday I spent a day at the doctors giving blood tests, urine samples and the old swab under the foreskin because I'm such a dreadful slut that I need quarterly sexual health tests.

Colonel Panic wrote:Decreased libido.

It's kind of a relief to not always feel like I'm under constant pressure to fuck every female within my immediate area.

I don't understand this concept.




Has anyone said: "Increased Testicle size" yet? 'Cause, I'm not sayin' that.

Colonel Panic wrote:Going deaf

That's one thing I wish I could go back in time and correct. All those years of practicing in basements in front of a cranked stack has left me with permanent ringing. Sucks.

I really didn't like wearing earplugs at shows. I still don't.

Now that I build audio equipment, I wish I wore them, but seeing as I rarely see shows, I don't think about it much.

Perhaps as my five-month-old grows up, I will be one of those adults wearing earplugs at the shows I see (as free time allows).

Being a father in a committed relationship has some very certain drawbacks, but none of them outweigh the experience of being a father and watching your son get lulled to sleep by "Green River'' by CCR.

I can't wait for the rest. Then again, I have no idea....

Breaking trivial rules just because you're a god damn grown up and can do whatever the cock you like.

For example I recently stopped segregating my cutlery. I just drop it all in and let them mingle. Fuck it.

Rotten Tanx wrote:I recently stopped segregating my cutlery. I just drop it all in and let them mingle. Fuck it.

Absolutely no good will come of this. Stop before you do yourself a mischief.

i'm getting better at writing music. i still have songs and shit i wrote when i was like 4 and 5 years old on tape, and it fucking blows. every punk band i was in at 16 sucked. every hardcore band i was in from 18-20 sucked. every band i was in from 21-23 was a little better. 24 and 25 are my best writing years thus far.

Rotten Tanx wrote:For example I recently stopped segregating my cutlery. I just drop it all in and let them mingle. Fuck it.

My OCD just kicked in like someone cold slapped me across the face.

Sick and wrong.