Entering my twentieth year of ALANILAGAN.com, I’m feeling my age. Sad case in point: I spent Saturday evening scoping out heating pads for a strained neck (which is much better today, so the heat hit just right). I’m also in need of a pill box, as a number of my friends are, to keep track of everything. My hair is finally more salt than pepper, and my body is continually telling me that salt is so much worse than pepper (hence the blood pressure meds that I need in a pic box so I don’t forget to take one, or, perhaps worse, forget that I’ve already taken one). So yeah, that’s where we are in our fabulous progression toward death.
That said, I’m embracing the brighter side of getting older, and I see it in the progression of posts over the last twenty years. I don’t usually go back further than a couple of years, as some of the shit I’ve written is, well, shit. But every one of those cringe-worthy moments brought us to this point, and I’m not all that unhappy about it. Regret is a waste of emotional space, and I’d rather fill that place with hope and promise. After all, it’s Easter Fucking Sunday, and despite scary bunnies shrouded in purple tulle, I’m filed with the reason for the season. Nobody beats the Riz!
For all those with extra Easter time on their hands, here are a few posts that might jingle the memory bells. Now I’m mixing Christian holidays and making a muck of this place again…
