Sunday, January 2, 2011

Like a Leap Year, With Actual Numbers Instead of Spelling Out Numbers - A Tactic I Prefer, But Would Defeat the Purpose of the Post. Which Is Math.

On Thursday I will turn 30 years old. I wish there were some philosophical weight associated with that number other than the obvious decade references, but there isn't. It's just a higher number than last year, and only by 1 which is not a lot anyway when you think about how many numbers are actually out there just hanging out. Doing math. Being way more than 1. Too many numbers to count, for reals, that are way more than 1.

1 is comparatively much less than 4, for example. I would be so much more distraught if I was turning 33. Could you imagine waking up one afternoon and just being 33 years old, knowing that just last night you were 29? Oh, that would be horseshit.

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16 comments:

daisyfae said...

it's just a '1'. you're right. and for what it's worth, the '9' years bugged the shit out of me. the '0' years? i was just a happy drunk...

nursemyra said...

What I wouldn't give to be 44 again

Jane said...

That would be horseshit.

And this post reminds me that I'm one of the few people I know who actually relishes getting older and looks forward to it every year. Thirty? I'm so excited about being thirty at some point in the future, and then being forty, and then being fifty. Seriously. It's really weird, I know, but getting older seems like a massively great adventure, and I can't wait. :)

That sounded lame, huh? Haha.

Kono said...

Happy birfday. And yes Jane that sounded horribly, incredibly, ridiculously lame. but that's okay. you're young.

Rassles said...

Getting old is so not an adventure. Worst adventure ever. Because you get older, and then you realize that YOU NEVER HAVE ANY ADVENTURES ANY MORE because you work all the fucking time.

Jane said...

Well, despite what you all say, I'm going to enjoy being young and naive and optimistic, and I'll continue to be excited about getting older. :)

renalfailure said...

I don't recall what I did on my 30th birthday. Not because I was drunk the whole time, but because of the real lack of significance of turning 30. No guy in a suit appeared out of the ether to hand me an "official order be a fucking adult" from the High Court of Age and Maturity. I hope that guy doesn't show up when I turn 32 later this month.

JMH said...

Happy birthday in advance. I will try to remember to do happy birthday proper. It's a holiday, isn't it?

Nutjobber said...

Dinosaurs are sassy.

[Carry-over joke - not intended for inclusion in the age-discussion, despite the obvious parallels between turning 30 and dinosaurs]

[I'm 34 and it's constantly wonderful, all the time, without fail]

[Except for mornings, and going to the mall,or pretending to be interested in something that someone younger than you is excited about even though you know it's just a rehashed version of something that came out in the nineties that was awesome but was in actuality only itself a rehashed version of something that came out in the seventies]

michael- said...

like a kitten without mittens, i'm not going to not comment about the size of that dinosour in the above image. negativity is not something i'm not going to do.

you dog?

ps- i think you stole my bike.

formerly fun said...

You're an old fart. Now that's significant:)

Ellie said...

That would suck moosecock.

JMH said...

Feliz cumpleaƱos Rasles, or is it Roci? Ambos.

Mia Watts said...

LOL. That would indeed suck.

Here's a link for you. I figured you'd appreciate it. Plus, happy late birthday, Rass.

http://theoatmeal.com/comics/misspelling

OG said...

I just did this last month. It wasn't that bad...just one day older than the day before.

Happy Birthday!

Red said...

I *am* 33. And I wouldn't be 29 again for anything. Happy Birthday, Ross. May the coming decade bring you your dream job and an amazing man.