This week has involved some cleaning and rearranging that allowed me to go through my collection of DVD’s, as well as the archaic VHS tapes beneath them and even a collection of cassettes dating back to the mid-1980s.  Thinking about those long-gone days and wondering if I even have a cassette player any more got me thinking about years gone by and considering what age I might want to be again.  You couldn’t pay me to be sixteen again, but twenty-one had some nice moments, and I didn’t mind being thirty-four.  What would be the perfect age, though, depends on what constitutes perfection in your mind, leading to today’s Molly Ringwaldian query…

The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) also enjoying being 20, or so I’m told, asking: If you could choose to be any age, what would you choose as the PERFECT age?


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Once upon a time, there was a young nerd from the Midwest, who loved Matter-Eater Lad and the McKenzie Brothers... If pop culture were a maze, Matthew would be the Minotaur at its center. Were it a mall, he'd be the Food Court. Were it a parking lot, he’d be the distant Cart Corral where the weird kids gather to smoke, but that’s not important right now... Matthew enjoys body surfing (so long as the bodies are fresh), writing in the third person, and dark-eyed women. Amongst his weaponry are such diverse elements as: Fear! Surprise! Ruthless efficiency! An almost fanatical devotion to pop culture! And a nice red uniform.

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