I realized this past week that for as many of you out there who know The Cachinnator, to a great many others I am a bit anonymous. And while I must confess to enjoying that mystique, I figured I would clear up one thing: my age. I know that from my picture you all must think I'm a 23-year old ravishment with the office of Adonis. Yet, Cachinnatees, this is far from truth. The reality is that I turned 28 last week. So for those of you who thought me older and wiser, fooled you! And for those of you who thought that I clearly didn't display the intellectual or emotional maturation of a grown man... sheesh... I suppose it's hard to argue, but ouch!
Twenty-eight hasn't been that bad so far. (Having a 32-year old brother is a bit freaky, but I'm handling 28 better than I did 27.) It's not that I think of myself as old or anything, it's just that I'm no longer impressive for my age. Now I'm legitimately expected to be productive and contribute to society. Who needs that pressure? I already get the fish-eye from all my little old relatives since they all know I'm the current best chance they've got to see the family expand legitimately. I don't need the added responsibility of being what I'm supposed to be!
So amid all these problems with 28, I decided to look on the number's bright side. I've outlived Alexander the Great by 5 years. I didn't conquer the known world, but I didn't boink my best friend while neglecting one of my four gorgeous royal wives either. Three-year old Eloise Taylor is the 28th person in line for the British Throne. She's nice and safe. Under the radar, if you will. No one is gunning for her. (Except maybe her little sister Estella, who's two.) Defensive MVP of the NFL Brian Urlacher is 28-years old, and he's playing with a $59 million dollar contract. I make a bit less, but like to think of myself as a Waco MVP... you know... without all the fame and big muscles and what not... *sigh*... 
The great state of Texas was the 28th state admitted to the union! And the stars are still light, so big and bright... you know the rest. Elizabeth Taylor won her first Oscar at 28 in Butterfield 8. Who's seen that movie? Anyone? Bueller... Bueller...? Woodrow Wilson was our 28th president. Huh, huh? Exciting, right? Jesus is raised from the dead in the 28th chapter of Matthew. Ta da!
Got any other good 28s?
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17 Cachinnations
There are 28 days in February, granted it's not a leap year. It's the equivalent of two fortnights. It's also the length of time used for alcoholics in rehab, hence the movie "28 Days".
Achtundzwanzig ist prima! Ja!
Posted on 5/22/2006
You had a birthday, and I missed it...bummer. You need to put your bday up on facebook so that doesn't happen again. Glad 28 is good. I'll be joining you there next week, but I'm not sure I'm as excited about it as you are.
Oh and I don't really care for blogspot either...this whole log-in to publish and sometimes reproduce a funny sequence of letters and numbers gets on my nerves. Besides...no Truett blog ring here.
Posted on 5/22/2006
28 days until we go into previews for 'Midsummer'!
28 spoonfuls of your favorite organic peanut butter will make you smile a peanut-buttery smile!
28 days was all it took for all of London to be infected with 'the Rage'.
28 is the number for nickel on the periodic table of elements--MONEY!
Posted on 5/22/2006
Forky took all mine.
Posted on 5/22/2006
On september 28th 1939 Warsaw surrendered to Nazi Germany.
Sorry thats the only one I could think of.
Posted on 5/22/2006
Medical science being what it is today, it's entirely possible that you are not even one-fourth of the way through with your life at this point.
You know, unless you step out in front of a bread truck or something like that.
So... Cheers! Enjoy your youth!
Posted on 5/22/2006
Wow. Thanks, Seth. That's... uh... greeeeeeeat.
And Hammer, I stepped out in front of a city bus in the Bronx once and I live to tell the story. Somehow I don't think I should tempt fate and try it again.
Oh, and 28 is divisible by 1, 2, 4, 7, 14, and 28 evenly. (Mathematically speaking, it is divisible by an infinite number of numbers, but for the sake of grade school simplicity...)
Posted on 5/22/2006
I'm 28. No, even better; my wife's 28.
Posted on 5/22/2006
Happy birthday. This always makes me feel old - George Harrison was 26 when the Beatles broke up.
Posted on 5/22/2006
Good golly, that George Harrison thing makes me feel like such an underachiever. So, he had made tons of albums, become a worldwide icon, made two movies, and gone transcendental by the time he was my age? Well, it's OK, because guess what--I've decided to turn 26 again this year!
Posted on 5/22/2006
Oh. And a typhoon killed 28 Vietnamese fishermen on Friday. Happy Birthday.
Posted on 5/22/2006
Kat is right! I must have mixed up his death age, 33, and his death year, 323BC. So I still have 5 years to conquer the known world. Beware infidels.
(Still no plans to ignore the wives and boink... yadda yadda...)
Posted on 5/22/2006
Cach, what can I say? Encouragement is my spiritual gift.
KAT! we are the same age!!!
Posted on 5/22/2006
BTW. I would love to hear that city bus story. Seriously. geeze. youch.
Posted on 5/22/2006
Another great 28...XM Satellite Radio now brings you "On Broadway" on channel 28. All your favorite showtunes and more blaring your way on XM 28.
Posted on 5/22/2006
*sniff... sniff... (sobbing like an adolescent girl who can't fit into her prom dress.)*
Posted on 5/22/2006
Cach, I can't believe I missed your birthday...you're the one who inspired me to remember birthdays!!! SO SORRY! I think I must not have you entered in my b-day alarm!
Posted on 5/22/2006