I’m at that golden age of 42.
It doesn’t feel magic. It doesn’t suck, either. Pretty much, I can handle most of what I could at 32. Only I feel it more at the end of the day. But it’s not what I expected. And I have only two months to figure out the secrets of the galaxy.
Ever read A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy? In it, Douglas Adams says 42 was the answer to to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything.
He later said 42 was a joke. I thought I could still find the answer, at age 42. I have just less than two months left to figure it out. All I know now is that I can see better with my new glasses.
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup of late, if I could borrow from John Lennon.
A recent post from Kim of Co-Pilot Mom made me go all Aristotle on it.
Maybe for me, it’s the writing. It’s the runner’s high for writers, to get the fingers moving. When I don’t have it, I bog down. It’s like keeping it in is toxic. Letting it out is therapeutic. It meets a need. But it doesn’t feel like an indulgence.
It feels like a necessity.
Indulgences … with anything at our age, are best taken slowly. It’s better that way, anyway. I’d rather love a single slice of pizza right than chomp through half a pie.
It’s 10:58, Legion of Doom. Let’s get to the questions before midnight snack time.
1. What is that little line between two notes?
That little curve between notes is a slur. I answer this at the risk of the hit on Google for using that word. In music – if not 2014 common lexicon – it means you should play or sing the notes without separation.
It’s like in “Drops of Jupiter” by Train, the “hey, hey, hey” part. That’s slurred, sung without separation. Conversely, the “blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh” parts of Kesha’s “Blow” definitely have separation.
When I’m 52, I’ll slur most of my notes anyway.
2. Do you think our neighborhood was on the news?
I wish I’d checked, but if I had to bet … I’d say no.
I don’t always fear for our safety, but there were those gunshots in the woods by our house that one night.
And there was a murder less than a mile away. Oh, and a police chase that involved a helicopter that ended four houses down and across the street.
When things happen in East Charlotte, they don’t always make the local broadcast. I have no statistics to back it, but I think if that helicopter action happened in South Charlotte, it’ll go big-time at 11.
3. Are penalty flags like yellow cards?
They are, in much the same way cinnamon buns are like cinnamon rolls.
That’s not true. Officials toss a penalty flag in football to signify a rules infraction. Most of those are not cause for expulsion from the game. Facemask, holding, illegal use of the hands and such result in penalty yards against the offending team.
Penalty flags don’t accumulate, unless you’re in high school. You’ll get tossed after your second unsportsmanlike conduct penalty.
Yellow cards in soccer mean a reprimand for a player after an infraction. Unlike in American football, a yellow flag is universal. You’ve done something wrong, and if you do something wrong again, you get tossed out.
This system went into use 44 years ago at the FIFA World Cup in Mexico.
Could 44 be the golden age I should be waiting for the secrets of the galaxy?
4. What are bounty hunters?
It’s someone who captures or kills criminals for pay. It’s also someone who swipes talent from one company for another.
Both these definitions were disappointments to me when I was a kid and thought bounty hunters were just Boba Fett and friends.
That was my first exposure to bounty hunting. They were my favorite Star Wars figures. I didn’t want to be Luke Skywalker as a kid – I wanted to be Bossk or Ree Yees. I used to want to hang out in a restaurant in the Greeley Mall when I was a tween called the Cantina and I thought I was on Tatooine.
And let’s not forget IG-88, the only droid bounty hunter. He hacked into the Death Star and took it over as his own body, just to show Darth Vader he could. Now, that’s pretty bad-ass, even for a droid. (Is my nerd sticking out?)
5. Is that who does the voice of Garfield?
No, kid. That’s Bill Murray.
And the movie of choice is “What about Bob?”
Bill Murray plays Bob Wiley, which IMDb describes as a “manipulative, obsessively compulsive narcissist.” He does so like a natural.
Bill Murray has never played a bounty hunter, but he’s had some stellar roles. His career took off after a stint on Saturday Night Live and included parts in Ghostbusters and Garfield. My favorite portrayal is as another Bob, Bob Harris, in Lost in Translation.
Bill Murray lives in Charleston, S.C. How cool would it be to run into him on Market Street next time we’re down there?
I bet that wouldn’t make the news, either.