Judd and Stuff....an d LifePointe?

The year was 1985. LifePointe Church Wasn't Even a Dream.

I belonged to a generation that was just coming into it's own. Disco was dead and buried. The Glam bands and pop idols of the 80's were now in control of the air waves. Rumors had it that our massive tape collections were going to be replaced by mini-records called cd's (fat chance!). New Coke was p***ing people off. Member's Only was the jacket to wear. I had a new collection of OP clothes (Ocean Pacific). Crockett and Tubbs were shuttin' down the bad dudes. And in movies like the Breakfast Club and St. Elmo's Fire, Judd Nelson was showing us that our unchanneled angst could be put to good use by stickin' it to the man.

Why Judd Nelson today? Well I just noticed he turned 48 today. And why does that mean anything to me?

I was 20 years old in '85. Judd was cool (yet creepy at the same time). He was that loner with an attitude. That "Ends Justifies The Means" guy. That "I Can Be A Jerk And Still Get The Babes" guy. He was that guy. And I wanted to be him for a brief time during that year.

Flash forward 22 years. I see his birthday announcement and suddenly realize "Holy Cow! He's 48 years old! In 6 days, I'll be 42! Our 20-something angst has turned into near middle-aged apathy! Aaaaaaarrrggghhhh! (A Charlie Brown reference).

It's just one of those moments when you're own mortality slaps you in the face. Then backhands you, and re-slaps you. Then sucker punches you in the gut, finishing off with a flying roundhouse.

They say you're only as old as you feel. But then they say "Act your age." I'm so confused! Which one is it?!?

Well Judd...I don't know how old you feel. And, I don't know if you're acting your age. However, i do know this: I was doing okay until I saw it was your Birthday.

Thanks alot, Judd.

Now, excuse me while I go to my room to listen to my mix tape of Flock Of Seagulls love ballads. Alone.