Monday, June 27, 2005

A difficult thirty: updated

I had a number wrong in my postal address, thanks Yoshio, for correcting it! Now it's corrected on here too.

Birthday, July 21st. 30 years old. I can't believe it. Send things to make me feel better. Or younger.

Chris Barzak
Ahban Haitsu 202
1375-1 Wakaguri
Ami, Inashiki, Ibaraki
Japan 300-0333

Or Amazon's wishlist, which is always easy. It'll get sent to my mom, but she'll bring it to me at the end of the month if she gets it on time. (Or actually you might be able to select it to send directly to me in Japan, either way should reach me).

I'm going to be old. Make an old man feel young, why don't you. Material goods not necessary. Happy wishes, fond farewells, declarations about how hot and young and cute I look for a thirty year old--all those will suffice!!!

I'm easy, but not that way!


Blogger chance said...

you are totally easy, my uber hot sweet thang.

10:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey you almost 30 yr. old, check out that Amazon wishlist. When I clicked on the one in your blog it isn't the same one I have bookmarked for you on my computer. Just check it out because they are not the same. I'll email you later. Love ya, Mom

10:19 AM  
Blogger Jason Erik Lundberg said...

I'll be in this same boat come October. We'll no longer be in our twenties! Waaaauggghh!

10:23 AM  
Blogger Dave said...

Young'uns, both of you.

10:51 AM  
Blogger Karen said...

By the look of that hot new photo, I'd say you are just hitting your stride, babycakes!

10:57 AM  
Blogger chance said...

he needs a photo where he's smiling for an icon.

11:02 AM  
Blogger David Moles said...

Writing from my rest home -- actually, the nurse is writing for me since in recent months the arthritis has advanced to the point where I can no longer type or hold a pencil -- let me tell you: the best years of your life are behind you and it's all downhill from here. I only wish I'd had the guts to go out in a blaze of glory -- say, driving a burning Cadillac into the Grand Canyon -- instead of lingering on to this geriatric age of thirty-two and a half.

I'm sending you a copy of Bubba Ho-Tep.

(And, yeah, for me that wishlist link points to my wishlist, which can't be right. Looks like this might be yours, though.)

12:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi, Chris,
When I was thirty, I met my wife. So it could be good to be that age.
But I'm afraid your postal code is wrong. Shouldn't it be 300-03333?

12:22 PM  
Blogger Jon Hansen said...

Happy birthday, man, and accept your fate. Besides, you're not really getting old old, unless you can double your age and not realistically expect to live long enough to reach the new number.

2:57 PM  
Blogger Christopher Barzak said...

Thanks for trying to talk me down from the ledge. I'll go ahead this once and just agree with Karen. Maybe I'm just hitting my stride. hehe

And that's a good thing to look forward to, Yoshio, if something as nice as what happened to you when you were thirty will come my way too.

6:26 PM  
Blogger Alan said...

Btw, with that shirt you're wearing on your profile, you look like a streetballer, ready to throw down a tomahawk jam.

Diggin' the teal.

6:58 PM  
Blogger David Moles said...

Well, we'll see if Bubba gets there, then -- it's already been shipped. Should be entertaining for the Japanese postal service since not only did I get the postal code wrong, Amazon helpfully reversed the address -- without realizing that since they didn't provide enough lines, that meant some of the address would be backwards and some of it forwards. Whee!

(I should have just used

7:44 PM  
Blogger Christopher Barzak said...

Haha, David, I'm sure it'll get here at some point. If it doesn't, we can always make Amazon give you your money back! ;)

I couldn't pass that shirt up, Alan. Glad it will suit the streetballer look when I get back. Actually I haven't worn a tank top since I can't remember when. It's been too long. But now that I've slimmed down a bit, I went out on a ledge and got one. They're sooo comfortable! I forgot about that. :)

4:14 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Life gets better after thirty. Honest.


10:38 AM  
Blogger Elad said...

thirty is the new twenty, right? So, you're actually younger than me, Chris. Why you complaining?!

12:01 PM  
Blogger haddayr said...

I found the day after turning 30 far, far better than the weeks before turning 30. And I agree with Barth: I wouldn't be in my 20s again if you paid me, not because my 20s were all that horrible but because my 30s are turning out to be so so much better.

And you are very hot, sweetcheeks. Mmmwah.

1:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And after sixty, life is so good as to almost be unbearable.


2:42 PM  
Blogger Christopher Barzak said...

You too will complain when you draw close to the dreaded number, Elad. hehe

and thank you, Haddayr! I've recently been thinking how the older I get the more I feel like I'm becoming how I'm supposed to not only be but look. As if it takes all those years to shave and chip at the block of stone you start as. And then you have to totally redo stuff that your parents had control of before you knew better, so your twenties must take up a lot of that time. Drawing near to thirty, if I think about it in that respect, does sound like a relief because I do feel more like myself at this point in my life than I ever have before.

Bowes, you made me laugh as usual. Thanks.

6:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"totally redo stuff that your parents had control of before you knew better" Would you like to explain that in more detail to me son? Still love ya, Mom

5:39 PM  
Blogger Christopher Barzak said...

I think I have explained a lot of it to you already, actually. lol! But we've got two weeks coming up next month and August, so if you really want, I'll go through it one more time. ;)

6:33 PM  
Anonymous Ellen Kushner said...

20s suck! You are a complete idiot and you suffer a lot. It only starts getting good when you're 30 - well, 31, cause 30's a transitional year and you need to rinse out all the crap from your 20s.

Trust me. Once you (and J.Erik et al) get over not Being In Your Twenties, you'll like it more than anything since being 10!

Happy B'day in advance -

9:28 PM  
Blogger Christopher Barzak said...

Thanks, Ellen! I hear this is very true, and I can't wait, because the 20s, as crazy and hard as they were still had some good times in them, so if the 30s are better, I'll be very happy about that.


4:47 AM  
Anonymous Ellen Kushner said...

The wacky and colorful escapades of my 20s make delightful narratives - think of all the fun you'll have telling people you get close to in coming years about it all, making them desperately wish they'd been there and a part of it all, without ever having had to experience the weird, messy bits.

2:15 PM  
Anonymous Ellen Kushner said...

The wacky and colorful escapades of my 20s make delightful narratives - think of all the fun you'll have telling people you get close to in coming years about it all, making them desperately wish they'd been there and a part of it all, without ever having had to experience the weird, messy bits.

Meanwhile, the good times go on - including those people you are going to meet who will want to know all about you . . . .

[if this posted twice, my apologies!)

2:16 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

And it's good to tell as many people as possible about all the amazing/stupid etc. stuff we did in our twenties so that when we forget, they'll be able to remind us.


4:00 PM  
Blogger Always_Adventuring said...

Happy birthday, a little early. Hopefully that's better than belated. Of course, with all the comments you have here, you probably don't need anymore birthday wishes from this new reader but they're there just the same!

12:52 AM  
Blogger Christopher Barzak said...

Thanks Charity! You can never get enough birthday wishes, actually! And I hope you like the blog. Yours looks interesting too, so I'll be going through it soon!

6:42 AM  
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7:09 PM  

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