Two Years

So yeah, it's been two years since we made the big leap. The great crossing. The Tughluq move. The moon shot. You get the idea.

This is the point where I'm supposed to take an impassioned look at what's worked well, what's not, and reach a conclusion that it was all for the best. Or that it was disastrous and we need to continue going west all the way back to the east.

Life doesn't quite work that way, though. Have the past two years been great? Absolutely. Have they been tough? Of course. Are we happy, content and living the American dream? Not quite, not yet. Are we disillusioned, disheartened and planning to get the hell out of Dodge? Not quite, not yet.

Dickens said it best, I think.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us...

Then again, I turn to the kids. And bask in the sun.

No matter where we are, we will always have the sun.

Why I shouldn't watch TV

So I'm skipping through TV shows on Amazon Prime Video and come across one starring that actor, that guy who always plays losers and anti-heroes; was in Bad Santa? Has three names, like David Anthony Fernandez. Billy Ray Cyrus? Nah.

Anyway, so I start watching and sure enough, ole Stevie Ray Vaughan is in a bar drinking it up already. Dammit, I know his name. Was married to Angelina Jolie? Had a tattoo. Or maybe she did. Won an Emmy last year, I think.

Damn.

Show's not bad, though. Haley Joel Osment's apparently pissed off this big bad corporation, headed by - oh, look! It's William Hurt! Or hang on, is it John Hurt? Always get them mixed up. Alright, I know this. John Hurt was the Alien-popping guy, the Elephant Man who died earlier this year. William was the Body Heat dude. Got it.

Phew, I'm back in the game.

Now this Kareem Abdul Jabbar dude. He was in Fargo Season One too, for crying out loud. He was playing himself of course, but he was awesome.

I'm seriously getting old.

Like literally.