This comic is just not accurate dagnabbit. I’m still as spry as a hare. Why heck, when I was a boy of just ten years, I’d just…
Oh. Ok. I get it now.
I’m not one for the reflexive tooting of horns, but I just love OldFloyd in today’s strip. Just look at ‘im. I hope that’s how he actually turns out.
Unlike the Floydster, who seems to me to be eternally young in some ways, we’ve long noticed my old man tendencies. I have an eye for all things old-timey. I want to be wearing suits at all times. Tweeds are a plus. Elbow pads are another. The inspiration for my new glasses purchase (also factual) was not anyone hip and young. It was George Smiley. I also just used the word hip unironically. I don’t know if this makes me an old soul, or just an odd duck. I’m a lover of anachronisms. Maybe I’m trying to find pieces of an older, slower, more contemplative time. And there’s something alluring about the kind of quiet dignity people of a few generations back tend to have. Whatever it is, I’ve just never been all that nervous about getting old. Actually, I tend to look forward to it.
I’d ruminate over it with you further, but now my stories are on.