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Fifty

July 27th, 2014 No comments

And here we are at fifty.

I’d thought that I might make one of my grand gestures for my 50th birthday–renting a movie theater, perhaps–but in the end I’ve got nothing much planned. Today is Sunday, which is board game day over at my favorite game store. At first, I thought, “Is that how I want to spend my big day, doing the same thing I do every Sunday?” Then I thought, “Well, that’s where your friends are, so why is this an issue?”

So, for my 50th I will participate in an X-Wing miniatures tournament by taking my new TIE Defender for a spin, and afterwards I’ll attempt to use my birthday as leverage to have one of my own board games hit the table for a change. Vicky is making cupcakes. It’ll be a nice time with good people, and what more does one need?

As I always do this time of year, I note that Jerry Van Dyke–my birthday-sharing nemesis–is still alive. I suppose that I oughta cut the old bastard some slack. I mean, it’s not as if I have a terribly good reason for despising him. You see, when I was a kid, I loved watching The Dick Van Dyke Show…but I couldn’t abide the two storylines in which he appeared as Rob Petrie’s brother Stacey. And the very worst thing about them was that they were both two-parters, which meant that next day’s episode would suck too. Still, are those crimes worthy of the bitterness I feel toward this lesser of the Van Dykes?

Yes. Yes they are. Suck it, Jerry.

Forty-Nine

July 27th, 2013 No comments

Today is my birthday. Yet it’s also not my birthday. It depends upon one’s perspective.

If you’re reading this on July 27th, then it is indeed my birthday, and a happy one to me! From where I sit, however, it’s only July 23rd.

I’m composing my annual natal day post early as I’ll be on the road when the joyous occasion arrives. Assuming that all goes to plan, I’ll be in Vermont, most likely visiting the Shelburne Museum. It’s not as if I said, “Ooo, I want to spend my 49th birthday at the Shelburne Museum;” it’s just that that’s where I’ll happen to be as Vicky and I make a sweep of Northern New England. (Specifically, Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine.) We’ll be adding three new stars to our Map* of States We’ve Visited.

There’s not much new to say about turning forty-nine that didn’t come up when I was forty-eight or forty-seven. The days ahead are much, much fewer than those left behind. The gears are still grinding away, but they’re slowing. Almost imperceptibly, of course, but slowing nonetheless.

In this past year, I was promoted to Content Director over all three of the WILL stations. I’ve always liked radio, and am happy to be working that side of our operation as well as TV. I still have a lot to learn, but I’m getting there.

In hobby news, my Dungeons & Dragons campaign imploded. I couldn’t give it the attention it needed, and it was hard to maintain a viable group of players. I’ve subsequently attempted to launch a Dungeon World game, but the role-players at the local game store seem to have little interest in a dungeon crawl that isn’t Pathfinder. I’ve still got the RPG bug, and I’ve been looking at the new edition of Fate. Anyone up for a bit of adventuring?

I’m in my second year as the president of the board of directors for the Art Theater Co-op. We successfully launched the co-op last fall, and next month we’ll at long last upgrade to a digital projection system.

Let’s see, who else has a birthday today? (Today the 27th, not the 23rd.) Well, there’s Jerry Van Dyke. There’s always Jerry Van Dyke. He turns 82, unless he died in the four days since I wrote this. In which case, my condolences.

And Princess Mafalda-Cecilia Preslavska of Bulgaria turns 19. Happy birthday, MC! You’re my favorite Bulgarian princess!

*Actually, it’s a kids’ placemat.

Forty-Eight

July 27th, 2012 No comments

Tick, tock, goes the clock…

I didn’t turn forty-eight until today, but I’ve been thinking of myself as that age for most of this year. As my birthday approached, I began dwelling on the number fifty. It loomed on the horizon, its grey, loathsome bulk blotting out the sun.

Maybe it was a defense mechanism, maybe a moment of clarity, but I then began to consider that perhaps turning fifty in the not-too-distant future won’t be such a horrible thing. After all, Vicky will be fifty this December, and she’s looking good.

So maybe it will be acceptable to be in my fifties come 2014. At least until I spot the even larger, more abhorrent mass of the sixties in the not-far-enough distance.

Jerry Van Dyke, my bête noire, turns 81 today. Curse his unfunny hide.

Forty-Seven

July 27th, 2011 No comments

And here we go again. Another year down.

Jerry Van Dyke continues his attempt to outlive me; he turns 80 today. Tenacious bastard, that Van Dyke.

The last couple of times I went in for a doctor’s appointment, my blood pressure has been elevated. I don’t know that it’s serious cause for concern just yet, but it’s a reminder that it’s all downhill from here.

Ironically, I’ve had less to raise my blood pressure lately. While my job will always generate a certain amount of anxiety, crisis mode seems to be on hold for now. And I’ve been enjoying my new stint as producer of Illinois Gardener–relaunched last Thursday as Mid-American Gardener–much more than I anticipated.

I’m getting back into weekly boardgaming, and even resurrecting my Dungeons & Dragons campaign. I’m especially excited about the latter, as it’s an opportunity to use all of those maps and miniatures I’ve been stockpiling. All in all, life is beginning to feel a little less lonely than it had a few months ago.

I’ll be spending my birthday in Indianapolis shopping at the Lego store, eating at the Old Spaghetti Factory and enjoying a free downtown hotel stay courtesy of the Marriott Rewards program. Really, it all sounds pretty nice.

Forty-Five

July 27th, 2009 No comments

It’s another milestone birthday for me today. Forty-five is clearly too old. Please, I’d like to stop now. (Aging, that is.)

Let’s see how I stand up against other notable people born on July 27. Well, I’m doing better than E. Gary Gygax, co-designer of Dungeons & Dragons, who died last year at age 69. Also actor Keenan Wynn, frequent Disney bad guy, who died in 1986 at age 70. And I’m way ahead of Alexandre Dumas (not the Three Musketeers one, but the other one), who died 113 years ago and is almost certainly not looking good.

On the other hand, Jerry Van Dyke–one of several celebs born in nearby Danville, Illinois–is still ticking at age 78. However, he will always have to live with the knowledge that of the Van Dyke brothers, he is the one that sucks.

Other celebrity birthdays: TV producer Norman Lear is 87. Figure skater Peggy Fleming is 61, and is still hot. British actor Simon Jones–who played Arthur Dent in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy–is 59, and is still a hoopy frood. Yahoo Serious is 56, and is, unfortunately, still Yahoo Serious.

On the other side of 45 are Maya Rudolph (37) and A-Rod (34). Also, according to Wikipedia, today is the 31st birthday of Diarmuid O’Sullivan, Cork Hurler. Apparently, that means he participates in the sport of Hurling and is from Cork, not that he is some manner of angry wine aficionado. Finally, turning 14 today is Princess Mafalda-Cecilia Preslavska of Bulgaria. Happy birthday, M.C.!

I plan to spend the day lying like a grotesque hump of flesh in my basement papasan chair, watching some favorite flicks. Go, Speed Racer, go!

Forty-Four

July 27th, 2008 No comments

Today I turned forty-four, which is least fifteen too many. Despite that, it’s been a good day. We borrowed our niece and nephew for the weekend, and have spent much of the time down in the basement with the Wii.

Right now, Vic and Kelly (the niece) are in the other room playing Wii Sports Baseball. One of the things I love about the game is the way it randomly fills out the team rosters with whatever Miis happen to be stored on the system. So it is that the players include our friends Dave L., Rob, Chris and Christine, plus such luminaries as Mr. T, Weird Al, Mr. Spock, Einstein and Adolf Hitler. In my just-completed match against David (the nephew), Adolf knocked one of the park. That’s Hitler for you!

My birthday turned out to have an unintentional Lego Indiana Jones theme, in that Vic bought me both the Wii video game and one of the building sets: the temple from the first few minutes of Raiders of the Lost Ark. Cool!

And there were brownies. Yay!