I know I just turned 31, but it’s a little too soon to be losing my mind, isn’t it? I mean, time travel is pure theory at this point, yeah? Because some weird things are going on which make me wonder if I’ve been thrown back into the eighties and nineties.
I flip on the television and I see the American Gladiators more cheezerrific than ever before. I notice commercials for a new Knight Rider. I’m watching a show about the Terminators and John Connor. And over at the WWE, mullets are still riding high. (To be honest, that’s never changed over there.)
Then, I go to the movies and I see Transformers, Rocky, and trailers for John Rambo. I hear they’re making a GI Joe film. And, because obviously nothing is sacred, a big-screen version of The A-Team is in preproduction.
Finally, on the political scene, there’s a Clinton trying to replace a Bush.
Seriously, it is 2008, right? RIGHT?!
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go play me some Mortal Kombat. At least they’ll never try to redo that … Wait, what’s that? Oh, never mind.