When having a party:
Have something ready in your apron pocket to talk about. My line is, "Yes, paella is very traditional to the Spaniards." Or "Wasn't that British territory?" If you see a shy person, ask them some questions like, "Why are you so shy? Tell everyone, we're all listening."
Man, it's been over a month since I've posted, missing Christmas, New Year's and my birthday, the most important of all the holidays. But I swear I'm getting my internet situation cleaned up this weekend so I can get back to it.
In the mean time, feast your eyes on the latest in publishing glory:
OK, I don't want to be rude, since I have nothing but respect for the people they feature in their magazine (I say this because they show an elderly female weight lifter who could crack my head between her shoulder blades), but, come on, Geezer Jock? Couldn't they think of something less...um...self-parodic for the title? Like Elderly Athlete or Oldies Squattin' or something?
I shouldn't mock. Like I said, I just celebrated yet another birthday and twisted my ankle drunkenly falling down a stair. Yes, I twisted my ankle falling down one singular stair. Next stop: dialysis. So I can only hope that I'll be half as fit as the subscribers of Geezer Jock when I'm their age. Or hell, even by my next birthday.
Also check out: Happy Birthday to Me.
And: Party Like it's 2001, or 2001: A Space Cadet's Odyssey.
