Old people like to eat certain foods that no one else eats.  Or at the very least, foods they are stereotyped to eat because it's a dying food.  Like them.

I've always wondered why certain foods follow generations and then disappear.  Then I wonder, what will by my old food?  Generation X's old food?

I had a birthday this past Thursday.  I turned 37.  Getting older means different things to different people.  Thirty-seven isn't a magic number by any means, to most people, but to me, it promises to be a year to remember.

What does 37 mean to me?

"Housesitter" ran on TBS this past weekend (written in mid-July).  I kept the sound off while I tried to write about different things.  I read through the paper where it talked about Toyota building its Prius here in the U.S.  That's not funny.

I read where investors fear that a bailout for Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac may be inevitable.  I've been saying that for years, that's what happens when you have half the nation's mortgages owned by government-chartered "public" companies.  Since your home is the single largest investment most of us have, that's basically like trusting government employees to handle your retirement portfolio.  Oh wait, that's called social security, right?  Again, not funny.

I did it.  Despite the advice of a trusted movie friend, I watched the musical, Across The Universe.  This was a leap for me, you see, because other than Grease, I have hated every musical every produced.

I even hate musicals I've never seen.  Why?  I don't know.  There are some foods I hate that I've never tried.  I know I hate them but I then I feel I'm being silly and try them.  Guess what?  I hate them.  With musicals, most (heterosexual) men seem to feel the same way.  They hate them.

This is what makes me think there is something called the Gay Gene.  We could call it the Musicals Gene to be more PC.