>>Old Geezer's Club, by virtue of my 60th birthday, yesterday!
>>All you young whipper-snappers watch out!
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>Hummm... I was upset in Jan. when I turned 30. It's tough to wake up in the morning knowing that I can't say "I'm in my twenties" anymore :(
>(I'm still trying to recover)
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>Happy Bday though ;)
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>- Brian

Cheer up, Brian, you'll be out of those terrible 30's in a wink of an eye, and the 40's and the 50's.... some where along the way your nose will fall off. Then you'll begin seeing a faint light at the end of the tunnel....:)


My wife game me a copy of a cartoon strip when I turned 40. It is called "Life is Short", from the Bloom County strip, by Berke Breathed. (Odd name, but true)

The first frame:
Son: Good morning and happy birthday, Dad!
Dad: My internal body parts are Forty years old!

Second frame:
Dad in closeup on face: -47 delicate, fragile organs, all pumping, cranking, whirring along without a hitch for Forty years....

Third frame:
Dad in close up on mouth: - myy car won't run for two months without something busting. How long can my luck hold out?

Forth frame:
Son, jumping on top of dad: Aw, come on. I'm....
Dad: DON'T JOSTLE THE BED!!

Fifth frame:
Dad talking to son, both in frame: 47 fragile organs, 200 miles of delicate blood vessels... 12 million complex chemical reactions to correctly happen every second...

Sixth frame:
Dad: Even if I CAN keep it all from bursting, breaking, splitting, spurting or corroding.... I'll just.....I'll...

Seventh frame:
Dad, grasping collor of robe with both hands, stark look on his face: you know...

Eight frame:
Son: ... Get hit by a bus, fall on a dirty soup spoon and catch AIDS?
Dad: You understand.

Ninth frame:
Son, looking at Dad: Okay. Right. Yes you ARE 40 years old today.

Tenth frame:
Son, still looking at Dad: and yes... the human body is unfathomably delicate in its awesome complexity... But I just don't see what those two facts have to do with each other.

Eleventh frame:
Dad's nose falls off his face and bounces on the table, a wide-eyed son looking on.

Twelth frame:
Dad sighs while staring at his nose, which is lying on the table.
Son: Don't let it shack ya Pop. HANG in there!!!


It's my favorite cartoon.