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Saturday, October 13, 2007"I'm 37. I'm Not Old." *
Who are my real friends? Who can I count on to be thinking about me on those special occasions? Who lets me know how much they care? Apparently, random websites that have snared my information.
Two birthday messages awaited me when I got online this morning. One was from a comic book message board I go on whenever I feel a little too socially normal and want to be reminded that I'm actually part of a subculture half a notch above those who are conversant in Klingon. The other was from a match-making site called OK Cupid! What better birthday present could one ask for than to get the opportunity to explain to your wife that you have not, actually, signed up for any match-making services and are perfectly content, despite the fact that you're getting birthday greetings from one. Anyway, despite evidence to the contrary--in the form of my mentioning the occasion at all--I'm not trolling for birthday greetings here. As Patton Oswalt says, 37 is not a special birthday. It's far enough away from 40 to avoid the impending mid-life freakout and it's far enough from 30 that you've grown tired of over-the-hill jokes. It's just the right age to start kind of ignoring your birthdays. If only those goddamn match-making sites would let you. *Bonus points to the first person geeky enough to recognize the quote.
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Damn, Deni beat me to the quote, but I knew it!
I am the same age (for a few more months) and I don't FEEL old, so at least I've got that going for me, which is nice.
You're slightly older than me, and I feel old. Therefore, I think that technically...
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Happy belated b-day, you young whippersnapper!
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