During w00tstock last week, I mentioned that I was turning 38 this week.
After the show, Anne told me that I was, in fact, turning 39. In the few seconds that it took me to do some math, I lost a year of my life.
Apparently, this is the sort of thing that happens when you get to be my age, which is … 39.
So happy birthday to me, NASA, Geddy Lee, and everyone else who was born on July 29th, especially those of us who escaped from our mothers in 1972.
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I love the sweater of infinite awesomeness! Happiest of belated birthdays.
happy belated birthday!
i’m often fuzzy on how old i am these days. i know i’m younger than you, not by much though.
March 11th, 1972 for me. I think about two years ago I did the same thing. I am an English major so my math skills are subject on all counts, but you would think I could add up to 36, but not really. So happy birthday and lets hope you forget how to add on your next birthday, because honestly who really wants to say they’re 40 years old? I hope you had a great day and I still love that sweater.
Michael
Hope you had a lovely birthday! Should I be concerned that at the ripe old age of 33, the same thing happened to me? I recently told someone I was 32…whoops.
A shamefully delayed Happy Birthday to the brewer of delicious beers, co-raiser of cool sons, and right-wise crowned King of Non-Dickishness! From the darkest depths of Topeka (which, let’s face it, are pretty dark) the cry comes forth: Let there be Cake amd Ale and Joy in abundance! Huzzah!
Happy Birthday!!!!
Strangely a year lost is not much in the scheme of things. For example on my 30th I woke up that morning and would have sworn on a stack of bible (religious or not) that I was 40. Took several hours and convincing from some very loving people that I was indeed only 30. lol It was funny although deep down I was saddened that the stress of the situation I was in had finally fried my brain.
I hope your day was very wonderful!!!!! <3
Just today I couldn’t remember my husband’s age, which is one up from mine…yeah, he’s about to turn 36. 😉
LOL same thing happend to me when i turned 38 this year but in reverse. I said to every body that i was turning 39 and my sister told me i was actually turning 38. I got a whole year of my life back !
Hey Wil,
Belated happy birthday from New Zealand. All the best dude 🙂
I don’t know why, but you were the first person I signed on to follow on Twitter.
And I don’t even really understand Twitter.
Which is probably why I didn’t realize I’d missed your birthday.
Mea Culpa.
Happy (Belated) Birthday, and you looked much younger than 39 on television last night as you explained about plasma drives or warp engines or something for the nice folks at the History Channel.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed your big day and Spock didn’t hog all the cake. You know how those Vulcans just love cake.
This! When my dad was as old as I am now I was 10 but I still have no desire in settling down and starting a family…
Not the evil clown sweater! Now I have to bleach my eyes again…
Happy birthday. Sorry I am late. I have not checked the blog in a few days.
I did a similar thing on my 34/35th birthday.
I was so bitter about turning 30 and basically didn’t get over it for ten years.
Honestly though, when I hit 40, I had the exact opposite reaction. Suddenly my deterioration was a liberation. I was giddy as a schoolboy. Well, a 40 year old schoolboy.
So hit me up next year, and we’ll cruise some strip clubs. I’ll even spring for the Tucks medicated wipes.