Birthdays

I’m not surprised at all to discover that Godzilla and Steve Ditko share the same birthday today. The only way this could be even more appropriate was if it was election day. Oh wait…

Speaking of birthdays, mine was last week. Anyone reading this blog knows that I don’t really comprehend any of the clichéd “middle-aged male life crisis” crap that’s peddled to guys my age so if I had to choose some kind of measurement unit standard here, I’ll go with pop-culture based ones. Therefore, I am no longer:

I am now:

This year’s birthday wasn’t quite last years’ where Kristin and I went to Portland for an extravaganza of cheap beer, video games, and tax-free shopping, but a Secret Machines show and the Divey Steak Bar That Time Forgot were worthy substitutes – especially with yummy Gumbo Pot beignets substituting for birthday cake.

I do have to throw in one “yay me!” here. A couple times during my twenty-fifth high school reunion last month I was asked the dreaded “so what are you doing” question. After my usual stream of “blahcomputersblahblahmusicblah” several people replied with “wow, that’s exactly what I thought you would be doing.” Ummm… yay me!