In approximately 5 ½ hours it will be 2012. Really. 2012. Not being too old—I don’t think, at least—but also not being too young…wait, that makes me middle-aged, doesn’t it? Ouch. Anyway. I remember 1990 and the desire to party like it was 1999. I remember 2000 and 2001. I remember 2010 when partying like it was 1999 was totally outdated. However, there’s something about 2012 that feels wholly unreal. Perhaps it’s all the Mayan calendar stuff. Whatever the reason for my disbelief, the fact still remains that it’s going to be 2012 in just a few hours.
I write this on my lap top as I sit next to my son who is watching on Netflix an episode of Spiderman and his Amazing Friends—you know, the one I watched when I was his age—on a portable game system that has a 3-D viewing screen. I think we still have the original Gameboy in a box in the garage somewhere. I’m pretty sure it even worked when we packed it up before our big move two years ago.
I told boy the other day that he sounded like a broken record and he asked, “What does that mean?” Then I realized that he didn’t know what a record was. Point of fact is that “You sound like a scratched CD” doesn’t pack the same punch. Okay, so maybe that’s not so much a fact as an opinion, but it ought to be a fact.
We may not have the flying cars and ubiquitous jet packs, but in some ways I think we’ve finally outpaced The Jetsons. Truly the future is now, and it feels like it arrived just in the last six years.
I’m off to watch a freakishly small screen with a bizarrely amazing wealth of entertainment options on demand. Crazy.
May 2012 be filled with happiness, joy, and good fortune for you and yours. Stay safe and healthy tonight, and I’ll see you on the flipside.