As a number of people pointed out, yesterday was my birthday.
I don’t make a big deal of it. Actually, I generally do my best to ignore it. All I do is reflect on people who should be celebrating birthdays, but aren’t around to do so, and then I wonder why I’m here and they’re gone, and then I just get even more depressed. On the up side, there’s cake at the end of the day to drown the depression in, so I suppose it always works out.
PAD
I agree… I’ve never understood why people make such a fuss out of birthdays… It’s just an arbitrary date. If years were a thousand days long, would it make any difference? I don’t care when my day rolls around… Hell, I spend most of it AVOIDING friends and family as much as possible. They wanna celebrate, they can do it without me, thank you very much.
Glad to know I’m not the only one who feels that way. And sorry it depresses you so much.
Don’t knock “The Good Die Young.” I’m trying to convince my insurance company to give me a cut on my premiums because of that statistic.
Rather than dwell on the negative-namely people that are dead- you could always count your blessings. You have a family, friends, and success. You also have a whole boatload of fans who love your work, while Bill Jemas has none (that last bit was completely irrelevent, I just wanted to say it).
Plus, you forgot the best part about birthdays, the quantities of presents. Happy belated Birthday, Mr. David. Here’s to (insert age Here) more years of life, laughter and prolific output.
God Bless
Ben
Yes? Well, then consider it no big deal – but very happy birthday, and many, many more. May you have a long, wonderful, healthy life. As no big deal, of course.
I remain,
Sincerely,
Eric L. Sofer
The Silver Age Fogey
x<]:-)(
Heck with all of you, then. I’m 45 years old on 2 December, and I expect all appropriate birthday greetings.
Seriously, HB anyway Peter, and the way I look at it, I like celebating my birthday because it’s a good time to take stock (also being near the end of the year) and be thankful I’m another year older, considering the alternative.
As someone who has a neurological condition that means that I never know if I’m going to see my next birthday (although I just reached my 27th a couple of weeks ago), I see each birthday as a small victory.
I wish you many, many more happy birthday’s Peter, and I truly hope we’re both around to see them in.
>>As someone who has a neurological condition that means that I never know if I’m going to see my next birthday (although I just reached my 27th a couple of weeks ago), I see each birthday as a small victory.
I wish you many, many more happy birthday’s Peter, and I truly hope we’re both around to see them in.<<
Oy. Well, *that* certainly put it in perspective…
PAD
Best wishes, Mr. David.
Ad me’ah v’esrim shana!
Peter,
Happy belated birthday!
Best wishes in all things that you do.
Congratulations!
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you.
You look like a writer,
and you smell like one, too.
(I’m gonna go take a nap now.)
Look at birthdays as a special way for those who care about you to celebrate another year of having you in their lives… wait, you have teenagers
Happy belated, hope the cake was nice =D
Peter,
Happy just another day.
Bobby
So you don’t care about your birthday, yet you go out of your way to tell us. What a cheap way to get fans to respond to you in an effort to send best wishes. Well it won’t work with me.
Oh, and, uh, best wishes.
Oh, come on, PAD!
let
Happy birthday, Peter! And I sure hope you’ll have many more wonderful years in writing comics!
‘Oy. Well, *that* certainly put it in perspective…’
- Don’t sweat it, Peter. All the while you keep writing such great comics and novels you’re instrumental in making my life a lot better all the while I’m still around, so you’re cool in my book.
I was originally gonna try to cheer you up, but, as I began to roll it around in my head, I’d have to say I agree. My birthday was “a’ight” (in the parlance of our times), but somewhat underwhelming. However, a couplea years ago, I was reading “Double or Nothing” by (awww. . . how’d ya guess?) and it began with Dr. Frobisher reflecting about his 43rd B-day. And it was only recently that I looked through my comics, found an interview with Mr. PAD, and realized, “I’ll be durned, it’s *his* as well.” And the birthday-related philosophies he expressed in the book heightened my appreciation for life (and birthdays) immeasurably more.
The musings made me think, but obviously I cannot reproduce them here for two reasons: 1)space, 2) I don’t think I can do justice to it the way Mssr. David did.
“Charlie, if there’s a point. . .”
Yes, yes. I guess what I’m getting at is, some birthdays you feel like celebrating, others are fairly blase. But, even if one sees the glass as half-empty, the remainder can still look delightfully refreshing.
So, until Marshall Mathers and Kim decide to let bygones be bygones, enjoy every day you fell the inclination to.
Adieu.
Happy belated b-day, and heartfelt wishes for many happy returns of the day. Mine was the 21st, and cake was definitely the high point (tho the mother springing for a new vacuum at Sears? Also of the good.).