Now we are (forty-) six
Another year, another birthday.
The girls got me one of the two things I really wanted: Schulz and Peanuts, David Michaelis's controversial biography of cartoonist and local legend Charles Schulz.
I'm looking forward to reading it, so that I can see what all the furor is about.
The second thing I wanted, I found for myself on eBay: A DVD-ROM set containing every issue of Fantastic Four and Silver Surfer published by Marvel Comics through December 2006. (I already own the version that compiles all the back issues of The Amazing Spider-Man.)
Graphic Imaging Technology, the company that created these software libraries, is losing its publishing license from Marvel at the end of this month (Marvel has decided to offer its own online subscription archive service instead), so these items will no longer be manufactured after the first of the year. (You'll be able to hunt them up on eBay indefinitely.) I still want to get the Avengers version while it's available cheap. [UPDATE: Score! I found the Avengers DVD-ROM for a nice price on eBay. Happy birthday, me!]
Birthday greetings have already begun to pour in. I've received voice mail messages from my friend Donna, and from my cell phone service provider. (I'm pretty sure that Donna wasn't schmoozing me for more business.)
At my advanced age, I have much to be grateful for. I'm in decent health for a middle-aged fat guy. I'm surrounded by people who love me (or at least are willing to tolerate me, which is kind of the same thing). I spend at least some part of every day doing something I enjoy. I'm not in prison — they've never been able to make those charges stick — I'm not in debt, and I'm not in the cemetery.
As the great Joe Walsh once said, life's been good to me so far.
The girls got me one of the two things I really wanted: Schulz and Peanuts, David Michaelis's controversial biography of cartoonist and local legend Charles Schulz.
I'm looking forward to reading it, so that I can see what all the furor is about.
The second thing I wanted, I found for myself on eBay: A DVD-ROM set containing every issue of Fantastic Four and Silver Surfer published by Marvel Comics through December 2006. (I already own the version that compiles all the back issues of The Amazing Spider-Man.)
Graphic Imaging Technology, the company that created these software libraries, is losing its publishing license from Marvel at the end of this month (Marvel has decided to offer its own online subscription archive service instead), so these items will no longer be manufactured after the first of the year. (You'll be able to hunt them up on eBay indefinitely.) I still want to get the Avengers version while it's available cheap. [UPDATE: Score! I found the Avengers DVD-ROM for a nice price on eBay. Happy birthday, me!]
Birthday greetings have already begun to pour in. I've received voice mail messages from my friend Donna, and from my cell phone service provider. (I'm pretty sure that Donna wasn't schmoozing me for more business.)
At my advanced age, I have much to be grateful for. I'm in decent health for a middle-aged fat guy. I'm surrounded by people who love me (or at least are willing to tolerate me, which is kind of the same thing). I spend at least some part of every day doing something I enjoy. I'm not in prison — they've never been able to make those charges stick — I'm not in debt, and I'm not in the cemetery.
As the great Joe Walsh once said, life's been good to me so far.
Labels: Aimless Riffing, Good Reads, They Say It's My Birthday
SwanShadow was randomly pounding the keyboard at 10:09 AM
3 insisted on sticking two cents in:
Happy Birthday Uncle Swan and AKA other names which shan't be published here. You know what they are! Here are some initials as hints to get your brain working: SL, WWI FA; TR. When I'm in town the next time, lunch in honor of your birthday is on yours truly! In the meantime, have another piece of cake for me.
Dear Michael,
Happy Birthday. Tonight I will eat some ice cream in your honor. Actually, I was going to use the birthday of Anne of Brittany (second wife of Louis XII) as my justification for gluttony, but you have been nicer to me than she has.
By the way, 46 ain't much. Why, when I was your age...
Eugene
So, how many kids have you yelled to get off of your lawn today?
Happy birthday, Uncle Swan. I hope that 2008 is even more cooler this year for you!
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