Good evening....

Welcome to the Mattcave....

Recently, my spot has changed. It is slightly more open and I can see more of the surroundings. I am getting used to it, but all my little "spies" are packed....

This may be the rantings of something slightly different. I will speak of topics that I need to have spoken, but there may be a slightly geekish flair. You will notice my leanings the more I speak.

Now let us begin,

I hate old people. I thought that they were of a generation that knew their place. You know, of politeness, and when things were "simpler". That they treated people with respect.

Their sense of entitlement disgusts me. They complain if they have to wait for anything. I paid more in taxes last year than most of them probably paid in 20 years, yet they get upset that their bus pass costs one quarter what mine does, or if I get in to the doctor before them. Excuse me, but I have to get well so I can keep paying for your health benefits for the health that you wrecked by smoking and eating bad food for eight hundred years. It seems that the majority feels that they can just stick their hands in my one-year old son's face, then get upset when he reacts badly. Please, if I did that to you it would be called assault. And what is up with holding up the line while you count out 3,46 $ in pennies, all the while telling us what you could buy with a nickel in 1708.

I will admit that grandmas are good; my wife has a great one, as does my son. But, if anyone is reading this that had grey hair before the Cuban Missile Crisis...give young people a break, once we are truly in charge, we may feel you don't deserve a pension anymore ;)

Now for something completely different....

Aren't cookies awesome? Especially with beer. While watching TV the other night I came across a Family Guy episode where the Keebler Elves went to war against the Rice Krispie guys, and Crackle and Pop were toasting Snap ( I guess he died in the raid), and I though that cookies would be great right now. Naturally we had none in the house but we did have the beer, so everything was good in the end. The moral of this story is I guess...If you buy nuclear weapons from Judd Hirsch, bad things happen to breakfast cereal mascots.

The Mattcaveman's final thought

Life is what you make of it. Take the time to ripoff the jokes from your favourite TV show/movies and incorporate them into your regular conversations. No one will quite know what to think of you, and you may find people will like to find out what you'll say next...

Take care of your wife, and you get to keep your stuff...