Festival Of Me
So, when you hit your first birthday you’re starting your second year of life, right?
And when you hit you second birthday you’re starting your secondthird year of life?
Well, that means that when you hit your 99th birthday, you’re starting your 100th year of life. (I can actually prove this via mathematical induction, if you doubt me.)
Which means that as of right now (AST), I am one third of the way to starting my 100th year of life.
(Yes, it feels pretty much the same as last year, except that it seems like this one went by even faster. At this point, I’m expecting this acceleration of time to continue until I die.)
Ross Patterson
Phil
Ch4v3z!
Julian
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March 3rd, 2006 at 11:26 am
I’m pretty sure that by the logic above, when you hit your 99th birthday, you’re still starting your second year of life. Which means you’re eternally young, and also explains the diapers.
March 3rd, 2006 at 1:40 pm
Man, I am old. I can’t even count to three.
March 7th, 2006 at 12:28 pm
Unless you are forever a 30 year old truck driver. Then time has no impact on you. Although that would still explain the diaper thing. C’mon admit you truck drivers - for those long hauls don’t tell me you don’t slip on a Depends every now and then!
March 7th, 2006 at 7:25 pm
I, for one, welcome our new insect overlords. I’d like to remind them that as a trusted newspaper personality, I can be helpful in rounding up others to toil in their underground sugar caves.
Happy Belated, Belatey.
Neil
xxx
March 8th, 2006 at 11:01 am
Roach, I just hang it out the window; no need for Depends. And you forgot burnt-out. It took me a second to realize you were talking about me.