The Critical 'I'

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Wednesday, June 16, 2004

THE FINAL MINUTES OF 32
As midnight approaches, I'm about to kiss off my 32nd year of life. The big double-trey is staring me in the face.

Bring it on! Hell, I'm a man; we're supposed to age with disdain. Women are the ones who are supposed to be preoccupied by aging; so I'll leave that to them.

What better way to usher in a mid-week birthday than by catching one of my favorite comedies? Manhattan is about to start up on FLIX, and I haven't watched it in a while. A black-and-white look back on the close of the 1970s; I'll take it.