Friday, August 27, 2010
A morbidly light-hearted blog about death
If I don't start a new blog or website about every eight weeks, I get itchy.
When I was a young teenager, I felt invincible. I thought I could live FOREVER.
As a teenager, I was focused forward. I contemplated getting a driver's license, getting laid, going to college, voting, drinking legally, making money, seeing a new century, seeing the world, and maybe even seeing other planets.
At 64 there's not that much to look forward to.
If I'm still around on 4/15/2011 (and if the Federal treasury is still around), I'll start receiving a big Social Security check each month. Unless the politicians fuck it up, Medicare should pay for a big chunk of my growing medical bills.
I am not looking forward to retirement, because I love my work. I'd still like to travel some more.
I have no children or grandchildren to see graduating or marrying. I probably won't go back to school.
There are no foods I haven't tasted yet that I want to taste. 3D-TV doesn't impress me. (It might, when the geeky glasses are eliminated). I'll probably never own a Ferrari or go sky diving or water skiing or bungee jumping. I've done enough snow skiing, and even went SCUBA diving under the ice. I already live with the best dog in the world and have been married to a very sexy woman for a long time.
So...it seems like the next big event after my 65th birthday will be my death.
Based on one online calculator, I should die when I'm 88 years old. My father died last year, at 87. Supposedly we should live five years longer than our same-gender parent, which should give me 92 years. Expecting to go beyond 90 seems a bit piggish, so I'll settle for 89 years. That's conveniently 25 years from now--a quarter-century--which gives me a good title for the new blog.
So I'll blog about getting old and getting dead. It should be an interesting ride--even if it's all down hill.