Speaking of senior moments...
Aug. 6th, 2008 07:40 amI was at a meeting at work yesterday, and the lights were dim to accomodate the overhead projection with the predictable PowerPoint presentation, and for the first time in my life I needed to put my glasses on in order to take notes. I didn't need them later, when I got out into a brightly lit room, to revise and read them, but it was just one of those moments in my life that hammered home my age.
It's like when Omaha jokes, after I've forgotten to shave for three days, that maybe I should just grow the goatee (c.f. Evil Overlords Rule #35). But I look at just how much of my goatee would be salt and pepper and say, uh, no thanks.
What annoys me is not the hardware failures, but the hardware unreliability. My eyes, my knees, my stomach, even my dick have all reached the point where ongoing daily maintenance and/or medicinal intervention have become neccessities. It's not that these components are broken, it's that they may mysteriously decide to not work when called upon for no apparent reason at all.
I know, I'm a bit whiny. I didn't get much sleep last night; the night couldn't decide if it was too hot or too cool, and when Omaha woke up around 2 in the morning to turn the window fan off, she revealed that the white noise of the fan was covering up metalshop sounds coming from the airport, a sound like a horde of blooded orcs bending a million pruning hooks into swords. It was horrible. I turned the dust fan on just to put some white noise back into the room.
It's like when Omaha jokes, after I've forgotten to shave for three days, that maybe I should just grow the goatee (c.f. Evil Overlords Rule #35). But I look at just how much of my goatee would be salt and pepper and say, uh, no thanks.
What annoys me is not the hardware failures, but the hardware unreliability. My eyes, my knees, my stomach, even my dick have all reached the point where ongoing daily maintenance and/or medicinal intervention have become neccessities. It's not that these components are broken, it's that they may mysteriously decide to not work when called upon for no apparent reason at all.
I know, I'm a bit whiny. I didn't get much sleep last night; the night couldn't decide if it was too hot or too cool, and when Omaha woke up around 2 in the morning to turn the window fan off, she revealed that the white noise of the fan was covering up metalshop sounds coming from the airport, a sound like a horde of blooded orcs bending a million pruning hooks into swords. It was horrible. I turned the dust fan on just to put some white noise back into the room.
On aging
Date: 2008-08-06 03:43 pm (UTC)Funny, I think I peaked in that particular matter, daily maintenance of my dick, sometime back in my late teens or early twenties.
Re: On aging
Date: 2008-08-06 03:49 pm (UTC)Re: On aging
Date: 2008-08-06 04:16 pm (UTC)says that I'm probably pretty well protected, I think there were times in my twenties I managed five times a day.
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