Posts Tagged ‘birthday’

A Moon Man Named Zoom

Tuesday, January 13th, 2009

Yesterday was an interesting day. The morning began with me waking up late, experiencing a 10 minute delay on the subway resulting in getting to work late. While we’re on the topic of work, yesterday also happened to be the day that a monstrous amount of work had to be done that day, period, no exceptions. Oh, and it also happened to be my birthday and I sort of had the closest thing to a quarter to mid-life crisis I’ve ever had.

Now mothers are a special breed of people. They intrinsically know when something a little extra is needed. She’d already said her ‘happy birthday’ to me earlier in the day, but I got a call later yesterday evening that made up for everything else that day. She played my birthday song over the phone.

Back in the 80s we had this flimsy plastic record my mother would play every year, often when I least suspected it. She’d have the record player all set up and when I wasn’t paying attention she’d just turn it on. I’d sigh and roll my eyes as rockets shot off through the speakers and a squeaky alien-like voice would sing, “My name is Zoom, and I live on the moon, but I came down to earth just to sing you this tune.” They had one for just about every standard and typical American name, but I was the only one of my siblings who got to hear this record.

Time went on and eventually the record was lost. Despite being embarrassed every time she’d play it, I missed that little voice wishing me a happy birthday. Well it turns out that as mothers go, mine’s pretty resourceful. It seems the song’s been re-recorded and put on a CD, which my mother bought, and played for me. I’d never been so happy to hear that goofy song.

If you’re interested, here’s where you can get your own, and here’s a site that compares the two different versions.

For anyone who cares, and can play WMA files (moms can rip songs and, though I swear walking her through switching the format to MP3, e-mail the WMA file to me), here’s mine in its entirety: WMA

The Next Year

Tuesday, January 12th, 2010

33

Quite some time ago, deep in the recesses of my brain, I’d dog-eared today. I’d made a half remembered mental note that by this date I would have done some really neat things. Currently, I’m doing one really fun thing(this comic,) and even that with far less “oomph” than it deserves. A few years ago something happened, and I’ve been wrestling for just as long to figure out exactly what that was. All I do know is that somewhere along the line I became very afraid of taking risks and being spontaneous.

Today I turn 33 years old, and I had so much I wanted to get done by now. I haven’t done any of it. There are times I think about this and feel I’m just too old now to start learning new things. I don’t have the money to go back to school. There are so many younger people so far ahead of me in anything I want to be doing. Whether it’s comics, or photography, writing, and a tad too many other creative areas. I want to be creating, and telling stories, and instead of being inspired by those around me who are accomplishing similar things I get frustrated and dejected. It’s all garbage excuses, of course, and deep down I know this. The anxiety’s always kept me from taking initiative on things though. Frankly, right now, I’m sick of it. I waste far too much of the time I’ve got and I’m taking it back.

Today I’m tossing off the gloves and am going to take my fears head on. I’m going to do things, because I want to, ignorant of “how” it’s “supposed” to be done and I’m going to fail. I’m going to fail a whole lot. But I’m going to keep trying until I figure it out my own way. I can’t keep comparing myself to other people and relying on other people to help. I don’t want to be them. I don’t want to be doing what they’re doing. Not exactly, at any rate. I want to do my own things in my own way, and I’ve been taking for granted this overwhelming support I get on a daily basis from friends and family.

I’ve never understood it, but for some reason people like me. While it may forever remain a mystery to me why this is I’m making it a point to justify it. It’s a really great feeling to know that my friends believe in me, and whoever I am to them they like me. It’s time to be somebody I like for a change. I’m going to start that right about now. It’s selfish time.

Unless this is hot air and I’m back to moping in a week, but if you see/hear/witness me doing this I give you permission to punch the crap out of me, maybe even in the face. Deal? :)