|"It's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years."
||[Feb. 21st, 2010|11:55 am]
International Bon Vivant and Raconteur
Today I turn
300 million 41! Had drinks last night with a few friends, which was a lot of fun, and resulted in conversations like, "If Professor X is confined to a wheelchair and his powers are completely mental instead of physical, how come he isn't fat? And what about Superman? If you fly everywhere instead of having to walk or run, wouldn't you get chubby too? Or does flying burn calories?" Good to know that age hasn't tempered my ability to think like a teenager. On the other hand, teratologist was just happy to see that even men have body image issues, even if we express them in different ways. Then my gf wondered if Squirrel Girl from the Great Lakes Avengers might develop fitness issues, and realizing I had no idea who she was talking about I quickly understood that I was outnumbered and outgunned by minds greater than my own.
My gf and I also made a sour cream and chocolate bundt cake to bring to our friends--well, she did most of the work, really, but I got to lick the bowl--and it was a big hit. But after this and Valentine's Day, I think it's time to lay off the sweets for a bit. I don't want to get fat like Professor X.