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Y'know, we all get “older”. But even the concept of time is such a relative thing. Time is a human creation in fact. Maybe we're all existing on some strange temporal plane. Everything is one; cavemen are present in the same space as Napoleon Bonaparte's wars alongside the Hindenburg crash which happens concurrently to Michael Jackson's first nose job, whilst Nixon resigns during the first production of Macbeth in the Globe Theatre across the street from Paul, John, George and Ringo playing their first show together for a captivated teen named Dakota Fanning. Who knows?
The main thing I know is that John Walter Smith was in existence on this earth before me. Meaning he will always remain older than me (albeit less than a year in advance of me), but it's something I can look to to continually make me smile and bring warmth to my heart. Especially the notion that he is not in favor of this. This year in particular. That my “compadre in quiz” will always be more rapidly fossilizing than myself is quite gratifying. He's hit this milestone first. Three decades. Three decades of gluttony, egoism, and snark.
John W Smith shares his birthday with such luminaries as Ed Begley Jr., Mickey Rourke, Jennifer Tilley, magician/flying ace David Copperfield, and musical genius Nick Jonas. His precise birth-date in 1982 is shared with three footballers (ie soccer players) from England, Scotland, and Germany, as well as a male Italian rugby player named Michele (who sometimes plays as a hooker http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michele_Rizzo). Too bad none of that machismo athleticism made it's way across the Atlantic that day.
All of this boils down to John being “old” now. At least in some peoples opinions. Particularly his. And I'm happy for that. Not just happy he feels that way, but happy that I've gotten to know this scruffy Superman over the past 2+ years, and share some of the lime-colored light cast on us at Ye Ol' Highball. Odd to think that we literally met on that stage, jumped into this gig together and have been able to make it work as well as it has for as long as it has. I hope our friendship will continue on long after we retire from asking crowds questions about people being afraid to shit in public. I look forward to the nursing home chats, “You remember that Sexy Back competition we held?”, “Boy, do I?! How's about them IMDb games?...” . . . sigh. I'm glad he didn't follow through on his threats from the previous show http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AehfBlvlVNc
But enough sentimentality, remember, John W Smith is a man in his thirties that still idolizes Superman, wears an occasional belt phallus, and enjoys the music of Fiona Apple. Disgusting.
Also, don't forget we'll be off this Wednesday and next Sunday to make way for Fantastic Fest(ivities), but we will return Wednesday September 26th for a FF styled quiz of our very own! See you then nerds!