They always say that as you get older you start to like warm weather, and eventually you end up living in Florida. Well…every year I get older (happy b-day to me!) I further despise warm weather. Unfortunately I’m still in the village, and the only thing we get year round is warm weather. It was so warm this past week that I was on the news…although I didn’t get a speaking role that evening.
Since I’m a year older (aka a year dumber) I’ll let you keep an eye out for me in the news clip. Visit this WCAV story and click on the “Beating the heat” text next to the little camera at the top of the article. WCAV is really the best station in town, but I heard rumors they won’t go high def until hell freezes over. Is that a reference to the heat around here? Their site could also use some redesign.
Let me be the first (on Outskirts) to say Happy Birthday!
(It’s cheaper than flowers.)
I’m not worthy of a dandelion?
I’m so dragging today. Maybe it is age…or maybe the fact that I ran last night and it was so humid. Ugh. No workout planned for today!
Doc – J J –
-is often the first to say Happy Birthday – [Let me be the 86th] – 
Happy Birthday to YOU – stay safe – enjoy!
“Unfortunately I’m still in the village”
Maybe I missed something. Why are you still here? You seem so unhappy that I’d think even the most modest of job offers elsewhere could get you to leave.
Happy Birthday, Doc I-only-care-about-watching-HDTV.
Hey Doc, count your blessings, at least you’re in C-ville and not Massachusetts. My God, what a fricking stupid name for a state.
Drink and embrace senility. It works for me!
Drink what oh Grouchiest one ? – my drinking water seems to have me dreaming about friends and their really tall haired women – just thought I would check with you for suggestions on WHAT to drink… you seem to be doing well – you can’t be too senile – with your memory… of special days –
I lead a sad life, alone in my van down by the river, crying myself to sleep every night as I cradle a bottle of rotgut in my arms. But, I’m not suggesting Doc buys a van.
Why are you still here? You seem so unhappy that I’d think even the most modest of job offers elsewhere could get you to leave.
See, it’s not quite so easy for Doc or any of the other less than enchanted by the Village diaspora to just pack up in leave. This place is a like an incubus, sucking your energy away each night as it slowly but surely erodes your vitality.
To paraphrase the old beatnik with the long beard,
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness,
starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the Downtown Mall at dawn
looking for HDTV …