Yesterday began the countdown -- two weeks to LastDay. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, I will direct you to the 1976 film "Logan's Run," where inhabitants of the depicted future society were "put to sleep" on their 30th birthday, or LastDay. (I direct you to the 1976 film rather than the 1967 novel, as the novel had LastDay at 21, and it kind of destroys my metaphor.) When I was younger, I kind of dreaded turning 30 -- it meant that I was officially "old," and could no longer get away with passing as "young." Really, nowadays, it's not so much an issue -- I've been feeling old for years now. Prematurely silvering hair will do that to you.
So, really, turning 30 is nothing to be scared of -- unless, of course, in three days my palm starts blinking red. Then I'm (in the parlance of our times) fucked, because those Sandmen are a bitch to stop.
Yeah, you really need to see that movie.
2 comments:
lol. It ain't just the greying hair...it's the less flexible joints, the smaller bladder, the...wait...I'm supposed to be cheering you up, right? uh...hmmm....
Ahh, Michael York. You know, he played the Antichrist in "The Omega Code." But the only End Times he ushered in in that steaming pile of a film were those of his career.
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