Today is my 26th birthday. This past year started off strong (at a bowling alley, actually); the kind of year anyone could rally behind. I mean, who wouldn't want to go to Memphis and see the shag carpeting on the ceilings of Graceland? Fried chicken at Gus'? Sign me up! But that strength began to fade near the halfway point. Flat tire, anyone? The year ended with a whimper, definitely not the best conclusion to leave audiences wanting more (no bowling, or any other, ball play). The most frustrating thing is that audiences know that the potential for more is there. Let's hope that the inevitable follow-up does what its predecessor could not do.
For the power of year 25's start, I award it a set of folded towels.
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6.16.2008
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