At 3/24/10 01:41 PM, Fro wrote:
Happy birthday Byte!
Thank you, Fro, Ismael and all of you for your well wishes! I am glad to be surrounded by so many good people!
I just have some quick questions. What was it like when the dinosaurs were around? Who did you vote for president in the first election? Before electricity what did you do for a job? How was Jesus when he was still alive?
Well, let me sit back in my rocking chair, fix my shawl, and think long and hard about some answers. Ah, yes:
1) The dinosaurs were not as friendly as you'd think - and they're a bitch to paper train. While the baby raptors made nice pocket-pets, they had the tendency to gang up and disembowel many of my neighbors. And I can tell you why T-Rex was always so cranky - his arms were too short to pleasure himself. Talk about a frustrated reptile!
2) The first election was a sham. Jefferson was supposed to be President, but Washington's people caught him screwing around with all of the office staff. Washington felt that the country wasn't ready for a President that screwed around with his help and knew how to party, so with a little bit of blackmail - and large quantities of moonshine - kept Jefferson out of the picture.
3) Before we harnessed electricity, I was a clockmaker for the Mayans. By the way, this whole deal about the end of the world in 2012 is rubbish. You guys forgot about the Mayan Celebration years and the adjustment for Galactic Savings Time. The real end of the world is November 11th, 2011, at 11:11:11 AM.
4) Hey, Jesus was a pretty cool guy growing up. The Bible doesn't tell you much from 2 years to 30, but I used to babysit for Mary quite a bit. I mean, this kid was cute, but being the Son of God sometimes gave him such an ego. How many times did I hear Jesus tell Joseph, "You can't tell me what to do - you're not my REAL dad!" Then, later at night, when it was getting dark, you'd hear Joseph yelling from the doorway: "Jesus Christ! Get your ass in here! How many times have I told you not to play with those dirty goyim? They're only using you to turn their water into wine!" He was like any other teenager - except he had a perfect complexion. I wish I was around when he was 33 - it figures that that's the year I made my pilgrimage to Miami, and was out of town during the whole beating and crucifying incident. Poor guy got a bad deal. If I was there, I would have trashed Pontius Pilate's place, laid the smack-down to the guards, and got his ass out of town before he was seriously hurt. I mean this whole "die on the cross for our sins" was very noble, but he could have just as easily said "Hey, I'm the son of God. Either follow me, or burn in Hell. Don't believe me? Come get some!". He was just too passive. Such a nice boy, though.
Now, I'm not THAT old - but I do have the distinct honor of having "000-00-0001" as my social security number, and I remember the day that most men began to walk upright - although some still look like gorillas to this day.
I've seen a lot, and made a lot of friends - and hope to be around even longer!
Thanks again, everyone!