prematurely grey

The past three days have been unbelievable. I’ve been so happy, I just haven’t known what to do. Frankly, it’s been completely disorienting. Like waking up to find out that the last season was just a dream…

Obviously, this happiness has made me uneasy. I am not a happiness person. I’m an anxiety person. I like anxiety. I know anxiety. It’s my birth right (as a New Yorker) and the hallmark of my generation (OK, maybe cynicism is our hallmark). Kind of like darkness for Paul Simon, anxiety is my old friend and without it, I feel untethered to reality.

Without anxiety, where would Prematurely Grey be?

Fortunately, this question began to make me feel, you got it, anxious. By yesterday afternoon, things were looking good for the continued existence of this blog, even though blogging is over and there is no blogosphere. (I can’t be bothered with linking to the most recent examples of these two, ugh, memes.) This weekend was something of a dark night of the soul for old Prematurely Grey. With the return of small-d democracy to America, the fight for truth, justice, and the American way feels less pressing. And the fact that everyone else in Austin seems to think that Craddick is out as Speaker makes my constant handwringing regarding the Texas Legislature seem a little over the top.

Plus there was the unexpected discovery that there are more than five people reading this thing. Readership may have doubled. PG may in fact have reached double-digit readership. More readers=greater sense of failure in not having anything to contribute.

But just when I thought it was over, just when I couldn’t link to the latest story heralding the Coming of Nate (I’m getting a little sick of Tech Support Guy’s mancrush on the latest metrosexual out of Chicago, 2008), it turns out, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE YEAR OF THE JOES IS NOT YET OVER!

Joe Scarborough is in the MOTHERFUCKING HOUSE!

Ladies and gentlemen, at 8:13 this morning, my Republican boyfriend Morning Joe said, “Fuck you” on national TV.

You may be asking yourself, “Can he do that?”

Yes he can.

It’s a long story, with his obsession with Rahm Emmanuel at the heart of it (a little mancrush for Joe, I think). Bottom line: Morning Joe blurted out “Fuck you” and I HAVE A REASON TO WRITE AGAIN! I do not have to suspend this stupid blog because there’s nothing to write about now that Robert Gibbs is going to stop being funny because he’s going to be Obama’s Press Secretary.

The passing of the generation torch is complete. Generation X is in the motherfucking house. Morning Joe is the new Imus.

This is our time. This is our moment.

Will embed video when it’s not stuck in the HuffPo-i-verse. Here’s a link to Andy Borowitz (funny). There’s also a self-righteous, thinking it’s funny diary on Daily Kos that I won’t bother you with. (I read daily Kos so you don’t have to, Dear Reader. You should pay me for that alone.)

Well, DKos is good for something. Here’s the YouTube. Watch and smile, my friends, watch and smile.

Fuck. I can’t embed it. Will do so later. Time to go…