[AT&T Samsung Galaxy S II Skyrocket SGH-I727] Uncle Irish:
20 minutes of utter boredom as I wait for the rice to cook while mom takes a nap...

Times they are a changin’ my friends. With each new day comes a new sunrise and sunset. With each new day, a new blessing or burden is so gently bestowed upon us. As each grain of sand finds its way to the neck of the hourglass, it carries with it something we’ve yet to lay eyes upon. Tuesday unfolds and displays a Wednesday. The corner of the page labeled “4th” curls over and “5th” is greeted with sure eyes.

Dog days and hot summer nights begin to creep into existence and long gone are the cool breezes that raced across our cheeks as we slept. Children who play in the fields run blindly from the bees that chase them. Flowers reach up and bend as the sun passes.

Remember back when a movie was 2 bucks and a pack of gum was a quarter? Coke came in a real Coke glass and not some strange conglomerate of plasticy foam. $5 footlong anyone? Where’s the value in my “value meal”? Along came RedBox and NetFlix.. woo freaking hoo… How bout a super szed fries that doesn’t suck?

“Don’t drink from the hose! You’ll die of cancer!” Strange enough, I must have survived on hose water and, whew… I’m still here. I guess everyone needs theirs in a plastic bottle these days. Yup, still drinkin’ tap water my friends, and no weird lumps on my testies. Dogs ate real bones, fresh caught fish was safe to eat, and a scrape on you knee was just that, a scrape on your knee. Times they are a changin’ my friends.

Those same kids who used to play in the fields and run like hell from that killer bee are glued face first to the X Box, taking only a few spare moments to text their friends and keep that buddy system rolling. Nose jobs, botox, pills that make your eyelashes grow. WTF people! It wasn’t too long ago that men focused on tits and ass. Poor guy.. he nicked his chest giving it a nice close shave. WTF people!

Marriage and divorce, remarriage and redivorce. Meh, its fine, no big deal. Hell, I’ve got a couple under my belt as well. Mom and Pop’s been married for 53 long years, but most can’t string together a decent 4 or 5 anymore. Wonder where that all came from. Must be all the pot and LSD from the 70’s parents. Hmm. Mine are too old, so it musta been the beer and booze. Or maybe, just maybe… hmmm.

Real TV, Real Radio, shock entertainment. I guess the images and video of bombs blasting and bullets careening isn’t enough. An 11 year old mom? A 300 pound 9 year old? We know which one found the value in their value meal and which one probably got touched by Uncle Steve.

Yes, times they are a changin’. I can only imagine what lies ahead. Digital dope, virtual hookers. Time only knows. Pink Slime may bring back the value to that value meal. Pills to fix little 11 year old Susie before momdom slips in. Little plump Billy will be a fit little slime eater. Dogs will go back to eating real bones someday. The day their owners wither and fall to the ground. When that last grain of sand makes way to the neck of the hourglass and time stands still, the picture that is frozen in time might look like the ramblings of a 2 year old with a fistful of sharpies, but we can all proudly say we helped paint that picture.

“Honey.. wake up.. Honey.. It’s 5am. You don’t want to be late for work. “

“Was I sleeping? I had the most unusual dream. I dreamt about kids running through a field and a dog eating an hourglass. Do we have any Coke? I don’t think I want coffee today… maybe I’ll just stop at the burger place, I’m running late anyway…”