Maybe a new home

I hope mine isn't too cheesy.

http://thirtysomething.blogspot.com has been abandoned since 2001.

http://lifeafterthirty.blogspot.com was started when I first conceived this - about three weeks ago. (Anyone remember anything about monkeys washing melons in the sea, and the idea spreading virally from island to island?)

I will try a few posts at Decade Number Four

I thought of Letterman's announcer reading off Friday Night's mail. And of course Skid Row.

But mostly my ego hoped for the boost from looking down on the twentysomethings. And in return, I shall respect my elders. While of course recognizing that age and wisdom are not necessarily correlated. Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. -Santayana

Maybe one day I will get tired of the whole idea. The title gives me a decade to do so.

What do you think?

Butthead Brett

In high school, a senior gave me as a freshman the nickname Tweety Bird. I was small, thin, and blond. Very funny. I hated it.

In college, a good friend had an unwelcome nickname. Some still use it, and may be well served reading a book on emotional intelligence.

Today, plenty of friends are known only by their last name. Collins. Womack. Using the first name sounds so strange, though the rose may smell as sweet.

I call my wife Baby. Nobody puts baby in the corner.

What's the easiest way to figure out the movie that mentions nicknames, something like, "Nobody gives himself a nickname." Google has not been my friend.

Happy New Year

2005 was a very good year. I got married, I changed careers, finally remodeled (almost done), and made it three decades in a row without being incarcerated, losing a limb, or going bankrupt.

I'm about 1/4th of the way towards finishing 100 resolutions for 2006. Writing them down, not actually completing them. One of them will be to actually look at the goals I keep in my wallet more than once every few years. My uncle embarrased me a few years back when he found it and made a copy to show to his high school class. Ever since then I have always had some strange shame associated with the goals I have not yet achieved.

So 2006 will be better. My diet will start today, not tomorrow. Since alcohol makes you stupid, I will finally stop getting dumber. With a gym six quick blocks from work, and a commute that is 15min less at 5:45 than at 6:45, I have run out of excuses.

I hope this year is full of whatever you wish/work for.

And I'll be nicer to Sheree's cats. Happy New Year, indeed.