It’s in the post and arriving this weekend.
Does anyone have a Groupon for Dignitas? Their fees pretty high!
Crap this is depressing:(
It’s in the post and arriving this weekend.
Does anyone have a Groupon for Dignitas? Their fees pretty high!
Crap this is depressing:(
What’s arriving this weekend?
A major birthday, apparently.
It’s just a number, dude.
No need to pay a visit to Dignitas. If you’re in Switzerland anyway, why not just do me a favor and pop on over to Lucerne and get me some photos of the place, a big Toblerone, and maybe a watch (I think they have a little watch store down by the lake). If you’re not in Switzerland, and you’re bummed about turning old, maybe…go there and chill for a bit.
ETA: Groupon for Dignitas = Death Metal Band Name!
Right behind you. I became 59 not too long ago.
(no hurry to cash in my checks yet, though)
60 is the new 40.
(Someone had to say it)
I’ll be 50 in August. Numbers are numbers, we’ll be fine.
Happy b-day:cool:
64 is the cool birthday, you get musical accompaniment.
And you have to be about 60 to get that reference.
C’mon, I’ll bet the fiftysomethings all get it too.
But it reminds me of the time, about a year ago, when Wernher von Braun had come up in a discussion here on the Dope, and in checking out one of his biographical details, I noticed that he was buried in the same cemetery where we’d buried my dad a few years ago.
I mentioned this to a couple of my officemates, who said, “Who’s Wernher von Braun?” I explained, and added that Tom Lehrer had written a song about him. “Who’s Tom Lehrer?” they responded.
Meh. 60 was so five years ago.
If you don’t want to be 60, there are certainly ways to prevent it. I, for one, prefer getting older than any alternative.
I’ll hit 60 in the next few months. My body is suffering the usual amount of slings and arrows, but my brain still thinks it’s at a Beavis and Butthead level of maturity. We’ll both be fine.
And remember the wise words of Groucho: a man is as young as the woman he feels.
60 years is just shy of 22,000 days. Lots of fun round numbers.
I turned 60 a month ago. I was complaining about it to a friend who told me, “you’re only as old as you feel”. Fucker. I feel 98.
Great Moody Blues song, too!
Happy Early Birthday!
Get Drunk! Post all you want, we’re a forgiving bunch! Right Guys?
p.s. just don’t drive.
I’m in my mid-60s, so when my BIL turned 60, I texted:
“Welcome to the Decade of Not Giving A Shit What Anyone Thinks About You Anymore!”
So, welcome!
60 is when things start falling apart. Like a car with over 150,000 miles. Something always needs to be fixed and it feels like you’re giving all your money to the mechanic. But you’ve grown attached to this car. And you learn to live with that rattle or the window that won’t always go up. I mean, the car got you this far and you have a lot of good memories. With a little TLC its probably got another 50K left in it. Maybe more. Make sure sure your mechanic is honest and disconnect the odometer. Who cares how many miles it has on it? You’re going drive it 'til it drops. “Hey! How many miles you got on that baby?” “I don’t know. Its running pretty good and I’m driving to the Grand Canyon to go rafting. After that I’m doing the Al-Can highway.”
I just turned 60 and I agree with the “Old as you feel” school of thought. Up til about a year ago I felt 40, maybe 45. Now its more like 50! I just hope the accelerator isn’t stuck! In any case, I’m off to a beer festival. (Ubering to save on wear and tear on the car).
You sure about that? Some of those alternatives are very, very old.
I’ve managed to avoid that so far. I feel lucky to have gotten to 64 while I’m as young as I am. Getting all these senior discounts is so weird, but I’ll take 'em.
**Kanreki **is the Japanese word for the 60th birthday. It is one of the most important birthdays in nations like China, Korea, and Japan. Since they have 12 zodiac signs and five elements in their traditional calendar, 60 years is considered a big grand cycle. On your 60th birthday, you enter your second cycle, and it is considered very important. I plan to celebrate mine with some long noodles and maybe a peach or two (symbols of longevity).