Life imitates Birthdays

I am now 42. So I feel compelled to propagate the 42 meme:

1. Go into the archives of your LJ.
2. Find your 42nd entry ever. Yes, this may require some counting and basic math. Deal with it.
3. Link to that entry in a new entry. This is the meaning of your life.

Courtesy of bibliotrope via nellorat.

Life Imitates.

Reuters, 28 May 2003:

[Tail end of an article about how the bombing strike that began the Iraq war was directed at, apparently, a random spot on the ground rather than at an underground bunker complex containing Saddam Hussein and/or his sons:]

The fate of Saddam and his sons Uday and Qusay is still unclear.

Rumsfeld said earlier this month, "If you don't have evidence he's dead, you've probably got to assume he's alive."

Fred Hembeck, timelessly:

[The Red Tornado] has also (seemingly) died a couple of times, saving the world and/or everyone on it, but like that damn bunny, he just keeps ongoing and going and going--which leads us to a phenomenon uniquely characteristic of super-hero comic books. Ready? Repeat after me:

He ain't dead 'til you see a body.