I turned 40 this month, which, I’m told, is quite the milestone. As one of my friends said, “lots of people didnt make it that far so yeah yay it up”.

Yes, indeed, let us ‘yay it up’.

I want to feel some type of way about turning 40, but I really don’t, which, I suppose, is feeling some type of way about it. I could say that I never thought I would make it this far, but I said that when I turned 30 so it’s kind of a cop out to say it again. When I turned 30, it was pretty obvious I was going to make it to 40 and beyond. We’ve been smooth sailing for a while now.

Scott Lucas is turning 55 this year, and it’s crazy to think that I am older now than he was when I first saw Local H play back in June of 2004 (and have been for a few years). Though I suppose that is how the slow and insidious march of time works, so I shouldn’t be surprised. This day was always going to come. (And how cool is it that there is a great bootleg of that show on the internet? I love you, internet.)

I guess at the end of the day, I don’t have a lot to say about getting older. I feel the same that I did before, like I’m still in my early 20’s but for some reason there’s a lot more hair trying to grow out of my ears than ever before, and I hate that aspect of it more than anything, that I have to shave my ears now. What an indignity.