This position amuses me in that perverted sadomasochistic way in which I amuse myself. I sporadically use the "whoa" of one Joey Lawrence as a method of generational demarcation; around those my age it will perhaps spark a memory of times long forgotten, but around those younger than me it is merely met with the polite smile and nod that a person afflicted by my... eccentricities has grown accustomed to receiving. Now this dusty cultural edifice sucked out to sea by the capricious rip tide of common sense is material once more in my existence. It has not been a part of my life since I was... 13 I think it was, which feels like it was two lifetimes ago now. (And in a way it was, but that is a brooding meditation for another introspective post.) I would come home during the summer every day and watch reruns of it because that was the sort of thing I would do in the summer at that age. Now I will be making new memories in the apparitions of past ones... that is a common situation for me these days... perhaps too common for my current mental state, only time knows the answer to that query and it is a silent soothsayer.
