Yeah, it's here. The one and only thing I was ever scared of: the big one-oh-oh. Yeah, it's sad but true. The childhood is gone. I'm officially old. 100 days! I've always wondered how the world'll look like when I become this old. It seemed so far in the future that I was kind-a hoping for transporters, warp drives, or at least some landspeeder-strollers… instead, I still have to drive backwards in that gray Graco carriage of mine, and the hottest thing in a neighborhood is our Sonata. Let me tell you, it's pretty pathetic. I guess I had my expectations way too high but that's what you get when your parents take you to the Star Wars exhibition as soon as you can hold your head up, read you Wired and books about Androids before you go to bed, let you play with rattles that look like Enterprise A and Klingon battle cruisers, and call their dog after a dog-like-creature from a tiny planet in the Delta Quadrant… let me ask you just one question and then I'm outta here… is it normal for a family to be so messed up?
