I just watched an episode of Hanna Montana® (without sound) in which both Vicki Lawrence and Dolly Parton were featured (along with the curiosity Billy Ray Cyrus, of course). I still haven't picked up on the blonde/brunette thing that Miley/Hannah has got going on - is it a Clark Kent/Superman sorta thing by which "fans" don't recognize that the two are one and the same (I love that gag BTW). My daughter is going to be asking me these questions soon so I should probably drift on over to Wikipedia and brush up on the who's and what's of the Hanna Montana® program. The idea of this scares me though because Miley Cyrus was probably born after I graduated from college which would bum me out something serious.
The thought of age has crossed my mind more often than usual recently. I'm approaching a certain unnamed landmark age at which many men (and women) experience what has come to be known as the mid-life crisis, or the "trade-'er-in-on-a-younger-model" watershed. I have to come up with a plan for this though because
- I already own a Corvette
- My marriage has been goofed up since the mid '00s so I can't really screw that up much worse
- Although I like looking at younger women, they still don't come equipped with a remote control and a mute-button so that's out
- I don't have significant chest hair and I don't care for gold medallions so moving to a hip look is also out
- I don't have enough savings to support a coke habit
I might get lucky (not like that) though: My mother had her (significant) mid-life crisis at 30 and my dad didn't really have one at all that I'm aware of. Maybe I'll just breeze right on through 2011, my landmark year, without incident.
I don't know, though... according to Wikipedia, Miley Cyrus will be 18 by then...