tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934667.post8523687347008553237..comments2023-10-29T02:49:56.686-05:00Comments on Dave's World: 39!Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04441043962494464528noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934667.post-81429018923598153712012-04-30T15:42:57.372-05:002012-04-30T15:42:57.372-05:00Haha. Everybody knows that ghosts don’t age, right...Haha. Everybody knows that ghosts don’t age, right? Human Beings age (grow) because they’re out there doing worthwhile if difficult things, and over time develop battle scars to prove it. Ghosts eternally traverse the Abyss, accomplishing little and caring less, making their former potential as ethereal as their current rabblerousing. I thought I saw one at Jeff’s a few Saturdays ago, but wasn’t quite sure. I couldn’t quite focus my eyes on it. I could see it and also see through it. Weird, huh? And it didn’t say anything. Folklore holds that ghosts are gaunt and miserable, full of sorrow and regret. My experience is that this is not the case. Some are actually very attractive, upbeat and even proud of themselves, and capable of imitating conversation (though their words have a half life of around six minutes, so they too are tenuous.) Anyway, Happy Birthday and I’m glad you’re not any older.Mr Happyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06590280180015085365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13934667.post-82509734952934325902012-04-26T07:13:30.400-05:002012-04-26T07:13:30.400-05:00I remember 39 like it was yesterday.
Sadly though,...I remember 39 like it was yesterday.<br />Sadly though, it was more like yesterday in dog years.Bobhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15302478126147924237noreply@blogger.com