HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you! I would have responded sooner, but a horrendous drive crash have pre-empted my internets today. I raise my glass of beer to you, good sir!
A happy birthday to you, sir. I recommend my own strategy: preemptive nostalgia. See, I think about when I was in my early twenties, and was so disgusted with my physical abilities. When I ran five miles on the beach with my kenpo class I was always the last one. I could barely climb a rope without using my legs. What a weakling! Now I look back and realize "Good heavens - I could run five miles on the beach! I could climb a rope! I was like a god!"
So now I try to look at my current self from the perspective of my self thirty years from now. "Wow, to think that back then I could walk all day if I wanted. I could feed myself! I could hear sounds! My skin stayed on my body. I knew my children's names! How wonderful is was to be 43. I was just a kid! Oh, those were the days. I'd trade gladly trade my flying car and my robot valet to go back there."
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Date: 2007-12-15 09:01 pm (UTC)My advice? Hang around a nursing home. You'll feel like you're a kid again.
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Date: 2007-12-15 09:16 pm (UTC)My mom is 78 and seems to be mostly ok with that too.
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Date: 2007-12-16 04:21 am (UTC)Happy Birthday!
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Date: 2007-12-16 07:04 am (UTC)I want to send you this thingy, but I'm afraid you'll already have it. HONK!!
Please attach funny hat and sing now.
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Date: 2007-12-16 09:20 am (UTC)HAPPY BLATTDAY TO YOU
HAPPY BLATTDAY DEAR SUUUUUBBBSTITUUUUTE
HAPPY BLATTDAY TOOO YOOOOOUUU
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Date: 2007-12-16 10:08 am (UTC)That was too easy.
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Date: 2007-12-16 05:09 pm (UTC)Signed,
A Stranger
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Date: 2007-12-17 08:14 pm (UTC)A happy birthday to you, sir. I recommend my own strategy: preemptive nostalgia. See, I think about when I was in my early twenties, and was so disgusted with my physical abilities. When I ran five miles on the beach with my kenpo class I was always the last one. I could barely climb a rope without using my legs. What a weakling! Now I look back and realize "Good heavens - I could run five miles on the beach! I could climb a rope! I was like a god!"
So now I try to look at my current self from the perspective of my self thirty years from now. "Wow, to think that back then I could walk all day if I wanted. I could feed myself! I could hear sounds! My skin stayed on my body. I knew my children's names! How wonderful is was to be 43. I was just a kid! Oh, those were the days. I'd trade gladly trade my flying car and my robot valet to go back there."
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