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Hommes 40 Cheveaux 8
Oct. 24th, 2012 09:51 amMade it all the way around the Sun another time.
I love this song:
You worry too much / You make yourself sad
You can't change fate / But don't feel so bad
Enjoy it while you can / It's just like the weather
So quit complaining brother . . . . . . .
No one lives forever!!
Let's have a party there's a full moon in the sky
It's the hour of the wolf and I don't want to die
I'm so happy dancing while the grim reaper
Cuts, cuts, cuts
But he can't get me (I'm as)
Clever as can be, and I'm very quick, but don't forget
No one lives forever!!!
You think you got it rough / What about your darling doggy?
Ten short years / And he's getting old and groggy
I don't think it's very fair
Cold, chop, low, but it's all relative my friend 'cause
No one lives forever!!!
Let's have a party there's a full moon in the sky
It's the hour of the wolf and I
Don't want to die (but) . . .
No one beats him at his game
For very long but just the same
Who cares, there's no place safe to hide
Nowhere to run--no time to cry
So celebrate while you still can
'Cause any second it may end.
And when it's all been said and done . . .
Better that you had some fun
Instead of hiding in a shell-Why make your life a living hell?
So have a toast, and down the cup
And drink to bones that turn to dust ('cause) . . .
No one, no one, no one, no one . . . . . . . (etc.)
No one lives forever!! (Hey!)
But you know, I never feel older on my birthday - I do on days like Remembrance Day, or last weekend when I went to the 100th anniversary celebrations for the Canadian Scottish Regiment, my old Army unit. There was a parade at Royal Athletic Park that was supposed to be reviewed by Princess Alexandra, but the Lieutenant Governor took it instead (Stephen Point, a pretty cool guy who has not yet been replaced as LtGov by a Liberal Party-donating rancher). I marched with the Old Guard and saw the Freedom of the City parade later, downtown. Anyway, it's on days like these that I go out, get cold and/or rained-on, see people I haven't seen for many years, and think about where my youth went. Well, make that my younger years, I think I still have somewhat of a youthful mind....
I love this song:
You worry too much / You make yourself sad
You can't change fate / But don't feel so bad
Enjoy it while you can / It's just like the weather
So quit complaining brother . . . . . . .
No one lives forever!!
Let's have a party there's a full moon in the sky
It's the hour of the wolf and I don't want to die
I'm so happy dancing while the grim reaper
Cuts, cuts, cuts
But he can't get me (I'm as)
Clever as can be, and I'm very quick, but don't forget
No one lives forever!!!
You think you got it rough / What about your darling doggy?
Ten short years / And he's getting old and groggy
I don't think it's very fair
Cold, chop, low, but it's all relative my friend 'cause
No one lives forever!!!
Let's have a party there's a full moon in the sky
It's the hour of the wolf and I
Don't want to die (but) . . .
No one beats him at his game
For very long but just the same
Who cares, there's no place safe to hide
Nowhere to run--no time to cry
So celebrate while you still can
'Cause any second it may end.
And when it's all been said and done . . .
Better that you had some fun
Instead of hiding in a shell-Why make your life a living hell?
So have a toast, and down the cup
And drink to bones that turn to dust ('cause) . . .
No one, no one, no one, no one . . . . . . . (etc.)
No one lives forever!! (Hey!)
But you know, I never feel older on my birthday - I do on days like Remembrance Day, or last weekend when I went to the 100th anniversary celebrations for the Canadian Scottish Regiment, my old Army unit. There was a parade at Royal Athletic Park that was supposed to be reviewed by Princess Alexandra, but the Lieutenant Governor took it instead (Stephen Point, a pretty cool guy who has not yet been replaced as LtGov by a Liberal Party-donating rancher). I marched with the Old Guard and saw the Freedom of the City parade later, downtown. Anyway, it's on days like these that I go out, get cold and/or rained-on, see people I haven't seen for many years, and think about where my youth went. Well, make that my younger years, I think I still have somewhat of a youthful mind....
Another post!
Nov. 1st, 2010 04:17 pmAiee, six weeks passes like nothing. So, more updates:
My article on the 1942 Dieppe raid appeared in the latest issue of Strategy and Tactics. Got a couple of positive comments but no one really seems to have noticed. Thought I would ruffle some feathers but I guess not. - the only discussion so far has centred around what kind of Churchill tank was portrayed on the cover. The issue also contained my short review of Kilcullen's The Accidental Guerrilla, which someone else liked enough to go out and buy the book, which is praise I suppose.
Thanksgiving weekend we went out to a mail art show, Dale Roberts' Mailmania, at the Vancouver Island School of Art. It was good fun and my friend Anna Banana came over from Sechelt and stayed with us. Then we went to Pender Island for some turkey! It was a quick visit.
Last weekend was my birthday. I have almost outlived George Orwell. We had pizza and a big DQ ice cream cake. Lianne got me a Tempurpedic pillow which is good for my back, and a couple of bits for my Dremel tool (I am going to try using it on lino blocks to see how well it can cut and shape 'em) and I got myself The Gun, a newly written history of the AK-47.
Locals will know (or perhaps you've forgotten already) that the day after my birthday the government was reorganized. My old work unit has ceased to exist - still have a job, will probably be just like my job was, only in a different (and completely new) ministry and perhaps in a different building after a while (I will definitely miss working in this beautiful old building, if the move comes to pass I will work in a cube in the sky looking down on a desolate building site and an icky arena).
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shadesofwinter organized a party for the [Unknown site tag] people on Saturday night at the Ledge. Lianne came too and we both dressed as Maoist Red Guards - we looked cute together but photo not available as it shows me to distinct disadvantage! I got to DJ for the first hour, it was fun and I only screwed up once, hitting the wrong button. No one seemed to notice; nobody dances in the first hour or so anyway. Set list (s'pose I could have chosen better, it sounded like I did a lot of butting one beat into the back of another):
Joy Division - Exercise One
Klaus Nomi - The Twist
Wire - Follow the Locust
Nash the Slash - Swing Shift
Gary Numan - Telekon
Blutengel - I'm Dying Alone
Manufacture - As The End Draws Near
Kraftwerk - Showroom Dummies
Skinny Puppy - Smothered Hope
Xmal Deutschland - Mondlicht
Numb - Blood
Killing Joke - Chop Chop
Pere Ubu - The Final Solution
Halloween night we didn't even bother putting the light on or making candy available - last year only TWO kids showed up all night, and I didn't even hear any passing by on the road outside this year. Lots of firecrackers and rockets though. I made a big pot of ham and pea soup and watched Bowery Boys Meet the Monsters (TCM has been running a lot of these movies in the last month or two, and I find them pretty funny, with Leo Gorcey's malapropisms and Huntz Hall's goofy jokes.)
Hope all is well with you, Deah Readuhs... and for my American friends, I am so very very sorry.
My article on the 1942 Dieppe raid appeared in the latest issue of Strategy and Tactics. Got a couple of positive comments but no one really seems to have noticed. Thought I would ruffle some feathers but I guess not. - the only discussion so far has centred around what kind of Churchill tank was portrayed on the cover. The issue also contained my short review of Kilcullen's The Accidental Guerrilla, which someone else liked enough to go out and buy the book, which is praise I suppose.
Thanksgiving weekend we went out to a mail art show, Dale Roberts' Mailmania, at the Vancouver Island School of Art. It was good fun and my friend Anna Banana came over from Sechelt and stayed with us. Then we went to Pender Island for some turkey! It was a quick visit.
Last weekend was my birthday. I have almost outlived George Orwell. We had pizza and a big DQ ice cream cake. Lianne got me a Tempurpedic pillow which is good for my back, and a couple of bits for my Dremel tool (I am going to try using it on lino blocks to see how well it can cut and shape 'em) and I got myself The Gun, a newly written history of the AK-47.
Locals will know (or perhaps you've forgotten already) that the day after my birthday the government was reorganized. My old work unit has ceased to exist - still have a job, will probably be just like my job was, only in a different (and completely new) ministry and perhaps in a different building after a while (I will definitely miss working in this beautiful old building, if the move comes to pass I will work in a cube in the sky looking down on a desolate building site and an icky arena).
Halloween weekend was fun!
shadesofwinter organized a party for the [Unknown site tag] people on Saturday night at the Ledge. Lianne came too and we both dressed as Maoist Red Guards - we looked cute together but photo not available as it shows me to distinct disadvantage! I got to DJ for the first hour, it was fun and I only screwed up once, hitting the wrong button. No one seemed to notice; nobody dances in the first hour or so anyway. Set list (s'pose I could have chosen better, it sounded like I did a lot of butting one beat into the back of another):Joy Division - Exercise One
Klaus Nomi - The Twist
Wire - Follow the Locust
Nash the Slash - Swing Shift
Gary Numan - Telekon
Blutengel - I'm Dying Alone
Manufacture - As The End Draws Near
Kraftwerk - Showroom Dummies
Skinny Puppy - Smothered Hope
Xmal Deutschland - Mondlicht
Numb - Blood
Killing Joke - Chop Chop
Pere Ubu - The Final Solution
Halloween night we didn't even bother putting the light on or making candy available - last year only TWO kids showed up all night, and I didn't even hear any passing by on the road outside this year. Lots of firecrackers and rockets though. I made a big pot of ham and pea soup and watched Bowery Boys Meet the Monsters (TCM has been running a lot of these movies in the last month or two, and I find them pretty funny, with Leo Gorcey's malapropisms and Huntz Hall's goofy jokes.)
Hope all is well with you, Deah Readuhs... and for my American friends, I am so very very sorry.
Molt Forty-Four
Oct. 24th, 2008 09:49 amToday is my 44th birthday.
And having Akito here for it, and knowing he is happy, is the best present I could have.
it's a very happy day
we are at lots of fun fun fun
and it's ice-cream and jelly
and a punch in the belly
how much can you throw over the walls?
and see how his face glows
it's a bike! what a surprise.
it's a big bike. what a big surprise.
it's a red bike. what a red surprise.
oh, what a surprise.
but the best thing there
but the best thing there
was the wonderful dog chair
was the beautiful dog chair
that could count right up to ten
it could count right up to ten
it went woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
woof, woof, woof, woof, woof.
and it's another happy day
he was born eleven years ago
and this year it's long trousers
and a very smart tie.
just think in five years he'll be shaving.
and see how his face glows
it's an ninja sword. what a surprise!
it's a samurai sword. what a metal surprise.
he'll remember this day for the rest of his life.
but the best thing there
but the best thing there
is that sensuous dog chair
the immaculate dog chair
that could count right up to eleven
it could count right up to eleven
it went woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
woof, woof, woof.
but the best thing there
but the best thing there
was my darling the dog chair
but the rampaging dog chair
that could count right up to eleven
it could count right up to eleven.
and it went round and round the house.
- "Happy Birthday" by The Birthday Party
And having Akito here for it, and knowing he is happy, is the best present I could have.
it's a very happy day
we are at lots of fun fun fun
and it's ice-cream and jelly
and a punch in the belly
how much can you throw over the walls?
and see how his face glows
it's a bike! what a surprise.
it's a big bike. what a big surprise.
it's a red bike. what a red surprise.
oh, what a surprise.
but the best thing there
but the best thing there
was the wonderful dog chair
was the beautiful dog chair
that could count right up to ten
it could count right up to ten
it went woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
woof, woof, woof, woof, woof.
and it's another happy day
he was born eleven years ago
and this year it's long trousers
and a very smart tie.
just think in five years he'll be shaving.
and see how his face glows
it's an ninja sword. what a surprise!
it's a samurai sword. what a metal surprise.
he'll remember this day for the rest of his life.
but the best thing there
but the best thing there
is that sensuous dog chair
the immaculate dog chair
that could count right up to eleven
it could count right up to eleven
it went woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
woof, woof, woof.
but the best thing there
but the best thing there
was my darling the dog chair
but the rampaging dog chair
that could count right up to eleven
it could count right up to eleven.
and it went round and round the house.
- "Happy Birthday" by The Birthday Party
HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY to Me,
For I am Two Score and Three!
Indeed, felicitous I be.
See?
Also, here's an idea I came up with last night for a Black Rock Beacon artistamp - whuddya think?
For I am Two Score and Three!
Indeed, felicitous I be.
See?
Also, here's an idea I came up with last night for a Black Rock Beacon artistamp - whuddya think?
BrianDate 42.00546:
1. What a great time I had at Lucky on Tuesday! The Batnix played really well, and even played a new cover tune, the old "Somebody's Gonna Get Their Head Kicked In Tonight" by the Rezillos! The burlesque was OK too, I stayed just for the first few acts.
I cadged a free drink from the bar itself, andplay_to_zero very graciously bought me one too! Aaron gave me two Cheapass games, something I totally did not expect but am very grateful for (incidentally, I can't access gothvic.com from work any more, as it's now "red-screened" as a Naughty Place, so I can't find out his e-mail address - can anyone help me?) I took the last bus home so full of ego-strokes I thought I was gonna 'splode.
Thank you all, my friends, for wishing me happy birthday!
2. Yesterday I was Googling myself, as I sometimes do, and found that an article I had written about the Bonus Army of 1932 had been republished without my knowledge: The Bonus Army and the Torching of Hooverville. The magazine in question is Press for Conversion, a Canadian publication that started as a protest sheet against an annual arms show in Ottawa, and the issue (#53, March 2004) theme was "facing the corporate roots of American fascism".
However, in reproducing the text of my article, they did not reproduce the admonitory paragraph I placed at the bottom of the page from which they took it: "NOTE TO PLAGIARISTS: If you are going to just copy this text, add your name and submit it as a term paper, be aware that I have placed a small but significant error in this paper. If your teacher is any less lazy than you are, it will be found and you will be caught. However, if your motives are honest and you have read more than one document on the Bonus Army or the Hoover Government, then you will be able to catch the error and correct it."
And of course, though the editor did not substitute his name for mine, he also did not catch it, or contact me to correct the error. Har har, hardee har har.
1. What a great time I had at Lucky on Tuesday! The Batnix played really well, and even played a new cover tune, the old "Somebody's Gonna Get Their Head Kicked In Tonight" by the Rezillos! The burlesque was OK too, I stayed just for the first few acts.
I cadged a free drink from the bar itself, and
play_to_zero very graciously bought me one too! Aaron gave me two Cheapass games, something I totally did not expect but am very grateful for (incidentally, I can't access gothvic.com from work any more, as it's now "red-screened" as a Naughty Place, so I can't find out his e-mail address - can anyone help me?) I took the last bus home so full of ego-strokes I thought I was gonna 'splode. Thank you all, my friends, for wishing me happy birthday!
2. Yesterday I was Googling myself, as I sometimes do, and found that an article I had written about the Bonus Army of 1932 had been republished without my knowledge: The Bonus Army and the Torching of Hooverville. The magazine in question is Press for Conversion, a Canadian publication that started as a protest sheet against an annual arms show in Ottawa, and the issue (#53, March 2004) theme was "facing the corporate roots of American fascism".
However, in reproducing the text of my article, they did not reproduce the admonitory paragraph I placed at the bottom of the page from which they took it: "NOTE TO PLAGIARISTS: If you are going to just copy this text, add your name and submit it as a term paper, be aware that I have placed a small but significant error in this paper. If your teacher is any less lazy than you are, it will be found and you will be caught. However, if your motives are honest and you have read more than one document on the Bonus Army or the Hoover Government, then you will be able to catch the error and correct it."
And of course, though the editor did not substitute his name for mine, he also did not catch it, or contact me to correct the error. Har har, hardee har har.
Forty-Two and Felicitous
Oct. 24th, 2006 03:31 pm42 today, 42 today....
Finally I am starting to feel old and my body is starting to fail me. But I know this state of affairs will not last, at least not mentally.
I was just trying to plot my mental age, which I think varies like a sine wave, against my advancing physical, or rather chronological age. For example, when I was 15 or so, my outlook was much like that of a stereotypical 45 year old - crusty and nasty and conservative. When I was about 27, I felt practically 16, full of juice and beans! At 42, I feel I have the outlook of a 34 year old, when I'm 50 I'll feel 50, and then hopefully a long slide into my third childhood and irreversible senility by age 73 or so.
Unfortunately, I can't get Excel to plot this sort of thing for me, so you will just have to imagine the chart....
Finally I am starting to feel old and my body is starting to fail me. But I know this state of affairs will not last, at least not mentally.
I was just trying to plot my mental age, which I think varies like a sine wave, against my advancing physical, or rather chronological age. For example, when I was 15 or so, my outlook was much like that of a stereotypical 45 year old - crusty and nasty and conservative. When I was about 27, I felt practically 16, full of juice and beans! At 42, I feel I have the outlook of a 34 year old, when I'm 50 I'll feel 50, and then hopefully a long slide into my third childhood and irreversible senility by age 73 or so.
Unfortunately, I can't get Excel to plot this sort of thing for me, so you will just have to imagine the chart....
BATNIX ON MY BIRTHDAY
Oct. 16th, 2006 02:31 pmYeet Yeet Woohoooo!
Friendshadesofwinter's band, The Batnix, will be playing at a burlesque show at Lucky Bar on my birthday night! Yee hee hee! Who's coming?
My birthday is 24 October, which makes me a "triple Scorpio" as someone once told me - don't know what that means, don't put much stock in it except she told me triple Scorpios often sting themselves in the backs of their own heads, which seemed to fit.
Finishing up my writeup of Burning Man 2006. Will post soon, with pictures. I promise.
Walking to the VdeP today at lunch, I walked past a crow in the parking lot, and I swear the bird coughed at me. Twice.
Friend
shadesofwinter's band, The Batnix, will be playing at a burlesque show at Lucky Bar on my birthday night! Yee hee hee! Who's coming?My birthday is 24 October, which makes me a "triple Scorpio" as someone once told me - don't know what that means, don't put much stock in it except she told me triple Scorpios often sting themselves in the backs of their own heads, which seemed to fit.
Finishing up my writeup of Burning Man 2006. Will post soon, with pictures. I promise.
Walking to the VdeP today at lunch, I walked past a crow in the parking lot, and I swear the bird coughed at me. Twice.
Wikipedia Meme Wankage
Apr. 6th, 2006 01:44 pmYoinked from sabotabby:
Go to Wikipedia (http://wikipedia.org/) and look up your birthdate (excluding the year). List three neat facts, two births and one death in your journal, including the year.
Three events:
1929 - "Black Thursday" stock market crash on the New York Stock Exchange.
1945 - Founding of the United Nations
1956 - Soviet Union invades Hungary
Two births:
51 - Domitian, Roman Emperor (d. 96)
1632 - Anton van Leeuwenhoek, Dutch microbiologist (d. 1723)
One death:
1991 - Gene Roddenberry, American television producer (b. 1921)
sabotabby:Go to Wikipedia (http://wikipedia.org/) and look up your birthdate (excluding the year). List three neat facts, two births and one death in your journal, including the year.
Three events:
1929 - "Black Thursday" stock market crash on the New York Stock Exchange.
1945 - Founding of the United Nations
1956 - Soviet Union invades Hungary
Two births:
51 - Domitian, Roman Emperor (d. 96)
1632 - Anton van Leeuwenhoek, Dutch microbiologist (d. 1723)
One death:
1991 - Gene Roddenberry, American television producer (b. 1921)
Bulging eyes abound about
The birthday boy today;
Screaming, "Creaming eyes!"
Screamed he,
His mother looked away.
"Creaming eyes explode upon
An apple pirate toad
And if an injun ate a plate
I'd laugh and live abode."
Nervousness itself was shifting
Guests against the door,
"Forgive us dear, but, uh, baking beer
It what we should be near."
"Bye," the bothered birthday boy said,
"Bye," the bothered birthday boy said,
"Bye or sell or bye,
Bye or sell or bye."
"Happy, happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me he-he-hee,
Happy birthday to me..." etc.
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/clipserve/B000000PM8001010/0/104-2855582-3783931
OK, so now I'm 40. I don't mind so much about the number but I do mind about how I seem to be slowing down. It seems as if I've aged more than the actual time that passed in the 4-5 years it took me to recover from my injury.
I also notice I've gained weight in the last month. I think someone jumped on me while I was asleep one night and buckled a fat suit on me, with the buckles in the back so I can't get to them.
On Sunday I went to Ferris' for breakfast, and later we went shopping. Betty got me a nice two-filter dust mask, and a cutter bit for my Dremel tool. That afternoon I treated the new castings with muriatic acid, but it did not seem to have much effect beyond giving the metal the same sort of dark-grey patina the H2O2+vinegar pickle did. Oh well.
No news from the Land of Abundant Rice. I presume they are returning on schedule, as stated.
Today's formula:
A Peculiar Experiment.
To change the faces of a group to a livid, deathly whiteness, and to destroy colours, wet a half teacupful of common salt in alcohol and burn it on a plate in a dark room. Let the salt soak a few minutes before igniting. The flame will deaden the brightest colours in the room, and the dresses of the company will seem to be changed. Let each one put his face behind the flame and it will present a most ghastly spectacle to those who stand before it. This is serviceable in a tableau where terror of death is to be represented. The change wrought by the flame when the materials are properly prepared, is very surprising.
I also notice I've gained weight in the last month. I think someone jumped on me while I was asleep one night and buckled a fat suit on me, with the buckles in the back so I can't get to them.
On Sunday I went to Ferris' for breakfast, and later we went shopping. Betty got me a nice two-filter dust mask, and a cutter bit for my Dremel tool. That afternoon I treated the new castings with muriatic acid, but it did not seem to have much effect beyond giving the metal the same sort of dark-grey patina the H2O2+vinegar pickle did. Oh well.
No news from the Land of Abundant Rice. I presume they are returning on schedule, as stated.
Today's formula:
A Peculiar Experiment.
To change the faces of a group to a livid, deathly whiteness, and to destroy colours, wet a half teacupful of common salt in alcohol and burn it on a plate in a dark room. Let the salt soak a few minutes before igniting. The flame will deaden the brightest colours in the room, and the dresses of the company will seem to be changed. Let each one put his face behind the flame and it will present a most ghastly spectacle to those who stand before it. This is serviceable in a tableau where terror of death is to be represented. The change wrought by the flame when the materials are properly prepared, is very surprising.
Ha-hey, whining works! People were nice to me all day and I only had to grizzle a little bit about not grizzling. Quiet day at work, got some stuff done, lllpinkylll gave me a scrolling-marquee birthday wish on her LJ, went to coffee on Friday night with Goth friends, kiri_bean gave a Nanaimo Bar with a candle on it, and seaofrain gave me a book by BF Skinner on growing old gracefully.
I also found a neato suit at Value Village, kind of like a tailor-made WW II battledress suit: weird khaki colour, short jacket, epaulettes, etc.. Have to lose a bit off my waist before it will be comfortable though, it was tailored for a "triangle" body, with very long arms, and I'm a normally-armed "cylinder". I'd had my eye on it for a while, but they knocked ten bucks off the price - almost as good as waiting for Half Price Day. As it was I had to trail this goofy-looking guy who grabbed it off the rack five seconds before I got there, to see if he would try it on and abandon it. He did.
Tonight I get an Obligation Pie - apple, at that! Not exactly a Grudge Pie, as I was thinking last night. And chicken - can't go wrong with Dirty Bird, as we used to call it in the Army. (ooph, listen to that oldster nodding off on the porch again...ugh ugh he's drooling I'm not gonna touch him he dirtied himself this morning already...)
And tomorrow is Prophecy IV, looking forward to it and I hope it will become a regular event. Here's to it!
lllpinkylll gave me a scrolling-marquee birthday wish on her LJ, went to coffee on Friday night with Goth friends, kiri_bean gave a Nanaimo Bar with a candle on it, and seaofrain gave me a book by BF Skinner on growing old gracefully. I also found a neato suit at Value Village, kind of like a tailor-made WW II battledress suit: weird khaki colour, short jacket, epaulettes, etc.. Have to lose a bit off my waist before it will be comfortable though, it was tailored for a "triangle" body, with very long arms, and I'm a normally-armed "cylinder". I'd had my eye on it for a while, but they knocked ten bucks off the price - almost as good as waiting for Half Price Day. As it was I had to trail this goofy-looking guy who grabbed it off the rack five seconds before I got there, to see if he would try it on and abandon it. He did.
Tonight I get an Obligation Pie - apple, at that! Not exactly a Grudge Pie, as I was thinking last night. And chicken - can't go wrong with Dirty Bird, as we used to call it in the Army. (ooph, listen to that oldster nodding off on the porch again...ugh ugh he's drooling I'm not gonna touch him he dirtied himself this morning already...)
And tomorrow is Prophecy IV, looking forward to it and I hope it will become a regular event. Here's to it!
Tree Niner
Oct. 24th, 2003 09:40 amThirty-nine today, thirty-nine today...so what.
The older I get, the more my age seems to be a cardinal number, not an ordinal. If it weren't for the occasional free drink and modicum of attention I get by mentioning it's my birthday (oh, and a cherry pie at home), I wouldn't bother marking the occasion at all.
Your calendar age is only really important when you go to change your driver's license or start to collect OAP. The identity of the person who first said, "You're only young once, but you can be immature forever" has been lost in the mists of time (but I heard it was Dave Barry). In any event, you have loads of examples of this pensee right in front of you!
And now, let's welcome Sid Vicious, who will sing his Birthday Song for me:
Happy fucking birthday
Happy fucking birthday
Happy fucking birthday
To you....
The older I get, the more my age seems to be a cardinal number, not an ordinal. If it weren't for the occasional free drink and modicum of attention I get by mentioning it's my birthday (oh, and a cherry pie at home), I wouldn't bother marking the occasion at all.
Your calendar age is only really important when you go to change your driver's license or start to collect OAP. The identity of the person who first said, "You're only young once, but you can be immature forever" has been lost in the mists of time (but I heard it was Dave Barry). In any event, you have loads of examples of this pensee right in front of you!
And now, let's welcome Sid Vicious, who will sing his Birthday Song for me:
Happy fucking birthday
Happy fucking birthday
Happy fucking birthday
To you....
