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Yes. Today is my birthday. Am now 30. Horrors. I am now, by my own personal reckoning, officially old. Note. I don't think of 30 as being old for other people. My sister is 33, and she's not old. But me. I am 30, and therefore old. Those of you, who are under 30... You are in that phase of life, where things are trending up. Enjoy it while it lasts... while you still can. Be irresponsible. Not me. I'm 30, and that would be weird. Go out and drink, and have sex with totally random people. Do it now, while you are still in your twenties. But not me, for lo, I am old. And I await my slow and inevitable decline, until I drift peacably into death's icy embrace.
Thank you for all your birthday wishes. Much love to the FList. Once again, I have been gifted with paid time. Now I'm gonna have to generate some legitimate content to justify such generosity.
As expected, I was given a number of gifts. Among these... a cardigan sweater, because some days it is cold in the office, and I must have something warm to wear over my various shirt and tie combos. I was give a pair of comfortable, but somewhat ugly slip on shoes. There was a remarkably ugly sweater, which I will pretend to like. And from my parents... a toaster oven.
It is a sign of my aging, that this toaster excited me so greatly.
And apparently, my sister has decided that trusty surplus jersey #38 is too nasty. Sure, it's three iterations out of date, but old becomes vintage and historical. No matter - I was given one of them swanky Under Armor jerseys. For those at home, #18. Vernon Davis. Who, unsurprisingly, declared for the NFL draft today. Still - this is better than that Michael Westbrook jersey she got me some years ago.
Now. For tomorrow. Yes - the Rose Bowl will be this year's NCAA Football Title Game. There has been talk on ESPN comparing the USC Trojans to great champions of all time. This is silly. USC has a superior offense, but an average defense. They aren't better than 2004 USC. They aren't better than 1991 Washington, 1992 Alabama, 1995 Nebraska, 1997 Michigan, or 2001 Miami.
They aren't better than 2005 Texas.
It has been commonplace to note that Mack Brown has never won "The Big Game" - not at UNC when he could not beat FSU even when his teams were loaded with NFL talent. Not Oklahoma, when he had loaded Texas squads. But this is an old story. Coaches never win the big one, until they do. So questions aside, I take the team that can play the best all around game. USC is still going to score, but they won't stop anybody either.
Final Score: 38 - 33.
Thank you for all your birthday wishes. Much love to the FList. Once again, I have been gifted with paid time. Now I'm gonna have to generate some legitimate content to justify such generosity.
As expected, I was given a number of gifts. Among these... a cardigan sweater, because some days it is cold in the office, and I must have something warm to wear over my various shirt and tie combos. I was give a pair of comfortable, but somewhat ugly slip on shoes. There was a remarkably ugly sweater, which I will pretend to like. And from my parents... a toaster oven.
It is a sign of my aging, that this toaster excited me so greatly.
And apparently, my sister has decided that trusty surplus jersey #38 is too nasty. Sure, it's three iterations out of date, but old becomes vintage and historical. No matter - I was given one of them swanky Under Armor jerseys. For those at home, #18. Vernon Davis. Who, unsurprisingly, declared for the NFL draft today. Still - this is better than that Michael Westbrook jersey she got me some years ago.
Now. For tomorrow. Yes - the Rose Bowl will be this year's NCAA Football Title Game. There has been talk on ESPN comparing the USC Trojans to great champions of all time. This is silly. USC has a superior offense, but an average defense. They aren't better than 2004 USC. They aren't better than 1991 Washington, 1992 Alabama, 1995 Nebraska, 1997 Michigan, or 2001 Miami.
They aren't better than 2005 Texas.
It has been commonplace to note that Mack Brown has never won "The Big Game" - not at UNC when he could not beat FSU even when his teams were loaded with NFL talent. Not Oklahoma, when he had loaded Texas squads. But this is an old story. Coaches never win the big one, until they do. So questions aside, I take the team that can play the best all around game. USC is still going to score, but they won't stop anybody either.
Final Score: 38 - 33.
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In honour of your "turning 30" I give you George Carlin's view:
Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.
"How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key.
You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. "How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16!
And then the greatest day of your life . . . you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . . . YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!
But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?
You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 . . .. and your dreams are gone.
But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would! So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.
You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92."
Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"
May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!