Well, letsee here.
It's been a while since I updated this puppy, so let's get up to speed, shall we?
Diana and I attended my company Holiday Party on Saturday. That was a lot of fun. It was a "Masquerade Ball". The HR department provided plain red or black masks that they encouraged people to decorate. Diana did a little feather and sequin number, and I draw black markings on the red mask that I thought looked pretty cool. Iwan and Sara came over on Friday evening to hang out, and thanks to them for their creative input on the masks.
When we arrived at the place, we quickly noticed that out of the maybe 700 people at the party, only about 30 people were wearing masks. Pretty weak showing, but it was fun. We were there early, and cashed in on some hors d'oeuvres and drinks before the crowd showed up. Like cheerios in a bowl of milk, we quickly clumped together with the other computer geeks and had good conversation and a pretty decent dinner.
At these parties, they give away prizes. Each person gets 3 raffle tickets to place as they choose into drawings for about 15 pretty good prizes (iPod, golf/spa package, gift certificates... typically about $350 prizes). We didn’t win any of those. Then everyone gets a single entry into the grand prize raffle, where they give away things like $2000 gift certificate to Best Buy, $1500 towards airline tickets, etc. We didn’t win any of those, either. A couple years ago, however, I *did* win $2000 in gift certificates to Westfield shopping malls, and I still get a hard time at these parties about how I can't win again.
After the dinner they had a Casino Night set up, with blackjack, roulette, craps, and some Hold'em tables. Diana and I left dinner a little early and reserved a spot at a poker table. Along with raffle tickets, each couple got a certificate that could be redeemed for $500 in chips. So, we turned that in, and Diana and I played with our $250 for a while, winning some and losing some. The quality of the dealer and game left something to be desired, but it was pretty fun. At some point, a friend slipped another certificate for another $500 in chips in my pocket, and when I found out that it was pretty common practice to redeem multiples of these, turned that in as well. We left the table and fooled around on the blackjack tables a little bit, when I decided to figure out exactly how the casino raffle worked. You could redeem $750 in chips for a raffle ticket towards a $15 dollar gift certificate to Starbucks. Or, you could turn in $1000 in chips towards a raffle for a $50 gift certificate to Westfield shopping centers. We got ourselves to exactly $1000, and entered the raffle. At that time, since most of the people were still gambling, there were only about 10 tickets in the thing, and they were drawing every 15 minutes. So, 15 minutes later we won $50, and headed out the door. A pretty fun party, all in all.
Sunday evening, we went to a little White Elephant gift exchange thing with some teachers that Diana knows. This was a really casual and fun event. It looks like it's been happening for some number of years (there were lots of references to gifts that people at brought before), and I felt somewhat honored that we'd cracked the inner circle.
It was eerie to be at a party full of teachers. I relate more to the "student" mentality than a "teacher" mentality, for some reason. But everyone was really nice, and we had a good time. Most people brought really junky gifts, but we walked away with a nice little glass ornament/decoration thing, as well as some pictures frames, one with a nice little matted Escher print in it. Pretty sweet.
Last night, Diana's sister and her boyfriend came over to visit, and it was fun to see them. I particularly like David, who is from Sweden and in this country for the first time. He's a really nice and funny guy. We played a customized version of "Guess Who", which defies description here, but was a lot of fun, and then a rousing game of Cranium. David had a hard time with some of it, but did surprisingly well given the (slight) language/cultural barrier.
My eyes our on our upcoming week. We leave Christmas morning for Montana with my parents, Dave and Elaine and Ben and my aunt Jocelyn. That's going to be a lot of fun. Our flight is at 6:40am on Christmas morning, which is going to suck, but we've flown on Christmas before, and it's actually a pretty good day for traveling. We're there all week, and then return on the evening of the 31st, hopefully in time to meet up with whatever New Years Party celebration people have planned while we were gone. :)
And that's about it. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and I have the day off from work. I think we're going to pack in the morning, then head to Diana's family's house for a late lunch, and then to some other family friends house for dinner?desert? and games and stuff. And then, off to Montana. Good times.
2004/12/23
2004/12/15
So.
I like Christmas, and the whole holiday season. I really do. But there's one thing that just drives me nuts. I don't like to be a complainer, but part of the reason for this blog is for my readers to get a little insight into the mind of Adman, for better or for worse.
That said, I absolutely can't stand commercials that have taken Christmas carols and substituted they're own lyrics. It's not that I think that Christmas carols are sacred things that can't be touched. But the modification of lyrics just strikes me as so lame and non-fresh. Old f'ing Navy can kiss my ass.
There. That's all I have to say about that. :)
Diana cute last night. She was tired, grading papers, and ready for sleep. I said "Why don't you do the dishes and get in bed?" As the dishes are my job, my tricksiness didn't work. I asked what she had left to do. "I've got to grade these papers, and then do some sorting." "Sorting!" I exclaimed, with playful enthusiasm. "That's your favorite!" "I know!" she responded, I think somewhat seriously. "That's why I'm saving it for last!" I laughed and laughed.
And finally, we are the proud owners of a new water heater.
[warning: what follows is a really long, boring account of plumbing stuff. There's nothing exciting down there. Read at your own risk.]
A few days ago, Diana went into the garage and noticed that the drywall box that the water heater and big furnace thing sit on was totally waterlogged. The drywall was all mushy to the touch. A cursory check of the water heater showed that both the cold-water-in and hot-water-out pipe connections were leaking. Water was dribbling down the thing, and while there wasn't any flowing water on the ground, it was pretty dank and moldy. The heater was starting to lean, as well, since the drywall was getting all gooey beneath it.
So, since the heater was on unstable ground, I thought it might be a good idea to empty it. I figured out how to turn off the gas and water and stuff, and we hooked up a hose and emptied that puppy. No big deal. When I turned the water back on, the tank started filling up again from the hot water (house) side, rather than the cold water (city) side. This made absolutely NO sense to me. Where was it coming from?
I called my pop. He reminded me of the kitchen faucet, which is a mixing-type faucet. That was the crossover junction between hot and cold. So, shutting off a valve there stopped all flowing water to the water heater, yet left us with (cold) water in the rest of the house (for flushing and whatnot).
Since the tank was filled partially, it needed to be emptied again. In the course of doing this, I broke off the drain spout (with hose attached), and water just started flowing out the side of the thing. I had a small bucket, and yelled for help. Diana scrambled around collecting more water-catching devices, and soon we had the thing under control. A little panic, but no harm done. (Did I mention this was all going on during the Survivor Finale? :) We had cold water and a disconnected, empty water heater. Nice. At least if it fell through the platform it was on, there wouldn't be water everywhere or a gas explosion. And we still had cold water to boot. (Poor Diana decided to suffer through a cold shower that morning. I don't think I could do that).
Longtime readers will remember my mistrust of plumbers, and I wasn't relishing the fact of dealing with another one, but there wasn't much choice here. We called a company recommended by Diana's mom, and they set up an appointment to come out replace the water heater.
We're used to making choices. Reading about water heaters, finding a good one for the right price. The company took down the make and model of our broken heater, and showed up with one made by the same company (which actually wasn't bad, as the old company had gotten some favorable reviews, and our particular heater was manufactured in 1988!)
The plumber was nice, and when I told him I didn't really know what was going on, he laid out the prices of the parts he was going to use, and how much labor was going to be. Everything made logical sense (contrasted with the last plumber who wanted to rip up our wall to replace a simple shower valve!), and the prices seemed ballpark with my own findings.
He went to work, and we chatted a bit. He was a nice guy, clearly been a plumber all his professional life, and seemed to know his way around tools. I have no doubt that my dad and I could have installed the heater ourselves, but it would have been a pretty tough job with somewhat substantial risk of really screwing something up.
Anyhoo, the heater was installed and worked like a champ. Rather than sitting on three legs like our old one, it sat flat in a pan, which was good as it distributed the weight. The pan had a little pipe out of it, so if there was a leak, the pan would fill up, and then water would come out the pipe and not into the drywall. Pretty clever.
The guy said that between 1988 and now, water heaters have gone through multiple iterations of improvement in terms of efficiency and stuff. So, good on that front as well.
The next morning, I went out to the garage, and the pan was filled up to the point of the drain pipe. The pipe was dripping water onto the garage floor, where it had run over to a big stack of mostly empty cardboard boxes. It wasn't too much water... a cup or two, and was soaked up into the boxes nicely. However, there was clearly a leak somewhere that had been leaking all night.
The plumber came back that morning, and we investigated a little, and found the leak in the drain valve (the corresponding piece that I'd broken off our old water heater) at it's connection to the tank. Not the plumbers fault. He replaced it with a new one, and that leaked, so he replaced it with a little piece of pipe with a lot of Teflon tape. That did the trick. I siphoned out the sitting water in the pan, used a lot of paper towels to get everything bone dry, and headed to work.
When I came back at lunch, I checked again, and noticed the *tiniest* little ooze of water. It would form a drop every 30 seconds (I counted). I called the plumber to let them know, saying I'd keep an eye on it. Little drips like that fix themselves pretty frequently, so I've been told, and I think it's going to.
So, that's the story.
I like Christmas, and the whole holiday season. I really do. But there's one thing that just drives me nuts. I don't like to be a complainer, but part of the reason for this blog is for my readers to get a little insight into the mind of Adman, for better or for worse.
That said, I absolutely can't stand commercials that have taken Christmas carols and substituted they're own lyrics. It's not that I think that Christmas carols are sacred things that can't be touched. But the modification of lyrics just strikes me as so lame and non-fresh. Old f'ing Navy can kiss my ass.
There. That's all I have to say about that. :)
Diana cute last night. She was tired, grading papers, and ready for sleep. I said "Why don't you do the dishes and get in bed?" As the dishes are my job, my tricksiness didn't work. I asked what she had left to do. "I've got to grade these papers, and then do some sorting." "Sorting!" I exclaimed, with playful enthusiasm. "That's your favorite!" "I know!" she responded, I think somewhat seriously. "That's why I'm saving it for last!" I laughed and laughed.
And finally, we are the proud owners of a new water heater.
[warning: what follows is a really long, boring account of plumbing stuff. There's nothing exciting down there. Read at your own risk.]
A few days ago, Diana went into the garage and noticed that the drywall box that the water heater and big furnace thing sit on was totally waterlogged. The drywall was all mushy to the touch. A cursory check of the water heater showed that both the cold-water-in and hot-water-out pipe connections were leaking. Water was dribbling down the thing, and while there wasn't any flowing water on the ground, it was pretty dank and moldy. The heater was starting to lean, as well, since the drywall was getting all gooey beneath it.
So, since the heater was on unstable ground, I thought it might be a good idea to empty it. I figured out how to turn off the gas and water and stuff, and we hooked up a hose and emptied that puppy. No big deal. When I turned the water back on, the tank started filling up again from the hot water (house) side, rather than the cold water (city) side. This made absolutely NO sense to me. Where was it coming from?
I called my pop. He reminded me of the kitchen faucet, which is a mixing-type faucet. That was the crossover junction between hot and cold. So, shutting off a valve there stopped all flowing water to the water heater, yet left us with (cold) water in the rest of the house (for flushing and whatnot).
Since the tank was filled partially, it needed to be emptied again. In the course of doing this, I broke off the drain spout (with hose attached), and water just started flowing out the side of the thing. I had a small bucket, and yelled for help. Diana scrambled around collecting more water-catching devices, and soon we had the thing under control. A little panic, but no harm done. (Did I mention this was all going on during the Survivor Finale? :) We had cold water and a disconnected, empty water heater. Nice. At least if it fell through the platform it was on, there wouldn't be water everywhere or a gas explosion. And we still had cold water to boot. (Poor Diana decided to suffer through a cold shower that morning. I don't think I could do that).
Longtime readers will remember my mistrust of plumbers, and I wasn't relishing the fact of dealing with another one, but there wasn't much choice here. We called a company recommended by Diana's mom, and they set up an appointment to come out replace the water heater.
We're used to making choices. Reading about water heaters, finding a good one for the right price. The company took down the make and model of our broken heater, and showed up with one made by the same company (which actually wasn't bad, as the old company had gotten some favorable reviews, and our particular heater was manufactured in 1988!)
The plumber was nice, and when I told him I didn't really know what was going on, he laid out the prices of the parts he was going to use, and how much labor was going to be. Everything made logical sense (contrasted with the last plumber who wanted to rip up our wall to replace a simple shower valve!), and the prices seemed ballpark with my own findings.
He went to work, and we chatted a bit. He was a nice guy, clearly been a plumber all his professional life, and seemed to know his way around tools. I have no doubt that my dad and I could have installed the heater ourselves, but it would have been a pretty tough job with somewhat substantial risk of really screwing something up.
Anyhoo, the heater was installed and worked like a champ. Rather than sitting on three legs like our old one, it sat flat in a pan, which was good as it distributed the weight. The pan had a little pipe out of it, so if there was a leak, the pan would fill up, and then water would come out the pipe and not into the drywall. Pretty clever.
The guy said that between 1988 and now, water heaters have gone through multiple iterations of improvement in terms of efficiency and stuff. So, good on that front as well.
The next morning, I went out to the garage, and the pan was filled up to the point of the drain pipe. The pipe was dripping water onto the garage floor, where it had run over to a big stack of mostly empty cardboard boxes. It wasn't too much water... a cup or two, and was soaked up into the boxes nicely. However, there was clearly a leak somewhere that had been leaking all night.
The plumber came back that morning, and we investigated a little, and found the leak in the drain valve (the corresponding piece that I'd broken off our old water heater) at it's connection to the tank. Not the plumbers fault. He replaced it with a new one, and that leaked, so he replaced it with a little piece of pipe with a lot of Teflon tape. That did the trick. I siphoned out the sitting water in the pan, used a lot of paper towels to get everything bone dry, and headed to work.
When I came back at lunch, I checked again, and noticed the *tiniest* little ooze of water. It would form a drop every 30 seconds (I counted). I called the plumber to let them know, saying I'd keep an eye on it. Little drips like that fix themselves pretty frequently, so I've been told, and I think it's going to.
So, that's the story.
2004/12/09
Diana's parents got us a six month subscription to Netflix, which I've been looking at for a while. It will be interesting to see how it works out, and how much movie-watching our schedules allow. We got started by rating a bunch of stuff we'd already seen, and then choosing more stuff. Our first shipment arrived two days after signing up, which is sort of incredible. We watched a "Cadfael" episode, which is a PBS Mystery series, which was a lot of fun. I look forward to more of those. We also got the first season of "Curb Your Enthusiasm", which is pretty good. It's kind of stressful to watch, though. We also got "Elf", which we haven't seen. It might be dumb, but we always laugh at the commercials, so we'll see. I look forward more choices, especially things like Mystery series and independent films and stuff like that, not easily rentable.
I played a fun game of chess last night. It was a timed game, and in spite of being at a serious disadvantage by losing my queen early on, I ended up winning the game when the other guys time expired. At that point, I only had 4 seconds left, so it really came down to the wire. Good stuff. Best part was halfway through the game, special guest star Discostup showed up. Apparently, if I'm playing Yahoo chess, I show up as "online" and playing chess in peoples Yahoo IM clients. He had some easy option to join the room I was in, and there he was. Pretty fun.
I uploaded that chess game here.
I had more to write about, but I've been interrupted, and now I don’t know what it was. Oh well. I've got Ashlee Simpson in my head, and to be honest, I'm not too unhappy about it. "You make we want to la-la…"
Cue making fun of Adman...... now!
I played a fun game of chess last night. It was a timed game, and in spite of being at a serious disadvantage by losing my queen early on, I ended up winning the game when the other guys time expired. At that point, I only had 4 seconds left, so it really came down to the wire. Good stuff. Best part was halfway through the game, special guest star Discostup showed up. Apparently, if I'm playing Yahoo chess, I show up as "online" and playing chess in peoples Yahoo IM clients. He had some easy option to join the room I was in, and there he was. Pretty fun.
I uploaded that chess game here.
I had more to write about, but I've been interrupted, and now I don’t know what it was. Oh well. I've got Ashlee Simpson in my head, and to be honest, I'm not too unhappy about it. "You make we want to la-la…"
Cue making fun of Adman...... now!
2004/12/06
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday dear Adman.
Happy Birthday to me.
Huzzah. Welcome to The Thirties. Population: me.
I went out with a few peeps on Friday evening. Had some grub, a couple margs. Norm gave me the 90's Edition of Trivial Pursuit, so we headed back to our pad and gave that a try. Pretty good game. Gabe and I gave it a run for our money, but Diana and Iwan were able to hold us off and claim victory. Eryn, on his own team, was no slouch either. Good times all around.
Yesterday, I got up and headed over to my parents house, picked up my pops, and we went to see the Chargers play Denver. It was raining and cold, and there was a certain allure of sitting in a warm house by a fire, watching the game on TV, but we forged on. We parked at a nearby park-and-ride, and took the bus to the stadium, which, as far as I'm concerned, is maybe the best way to do it (unless you're interested in tailgating beforehand, which has it's own pros and cons). Buses get their own special route into and out of the stadium, so we passed up a huge line of cars on the freeway, waiting to get in and find parking, and were dropped off straight away. After the game, we went back to the bus, and with a clean escape route out of the packed stadium, we were home and sitting by said warm fire in about 40 minutes.
At the stadium, we met up with Iwan and Gabe and Eryn, and together braved the elements. Diana assisted in my packing for the game, and at the time, I grudgingly accepted the hat and gloves she suggested, figuring I wouldn't need them. Turns out they were pretty crucial, and I was really glad to have 'em. So, big props to Diana for that. The game itself was awesome. The Chargers started off early in the lead, then the Broncos came back, and we held 'em off in the last minutes by a miraculous interception in the end zone. A real nail-biter. We all had a blast.
After the game, Diana came over to my parents house and we had a little family birthday celebration, opened some pressies, etc. One present was the DVD of Ghostbusters, and when my dad revealed he hadn't seen it, we decided to watch it after dinner. Good stuff.
And now, back to work. I've gotten about as many happy birthday wishes I can stand for a year, which is nice. Some work peeps took me out to lunch, which was thoughtful. Round that out with a misty, loving call from a proud mom, and you've got yourself one heck of a birthday.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday dear Adman.
Happy Birthday to me.
Huzzah. Welcome to The Thirties. Population: me.
I went out with a few peeps on Friday evening. Had some grub, a couple margs. Norm gave me the 90's Edition of Trivial Pursuit, so we headed back to our pad and gave that a try. Pretty good game. Gabe and I gave it a run for our money, but Diana and Iwan were able to hold us off and claim victory. Eryn, on his own team, was no slouch either. Good times all around.
Yesterday, I got up and headed over to my parents house, picked up my pops, and we went to see the Chargers play Denver. It was raining and cold, and there was a certain allure of sitting in a warm house by a fire, watching the game on TV, but we forged on. We parked at a nearby park-and-ride, and took the bus to the stadium, which, as far as I'm concerned, is maybe the best way to do it (unless you're interested in tailgating beforehand, which has it's own pros and cons). Buses get their own special route into and out of the stadium, so we passed up a huge line of cars on the freeway, waiting to get in and find parking, and were dropped off straight away. After the game, we went back to the bus, and with a clean escape route out of the packed stadium, we were home and sitting by said warm fire in about 40 minutes.
At the stadium, we met up with Iwan and Gabe and Eryn, and together braved the elements. Diana assisted in my packing for the game, and at the time, I grudgingly accepted the hat and gloves she suggested, figuring I wouldn't need them. Turns out they were pretty crucial, and I was really glad to have 'em. So, big props to Diana for that. The game itself was awesome. The Chargers started off early in the lead, then the Broncos came back, and we held 'em off in the last minutes by a miraculous interception in the end zone. A real nail-biter. We all had a blast.
After the game, Diana came over to my parents house and we had a little family birthday celebration, opened some pressies, etc. One present was the DVD of Ghostbusters, and when my dad revealed he hadn't seen it, we decided to watch it after dinner. Good stuff.
And now, back to work. I've gotten about as many happy birthday wishes I can stand for a year, which is nice. Some work peeps took me out to lunch, which was thoughtful. Round that out with a misty, loving call from a proud mom, and you've got yourself one heck of a birthday.
2004/12/04
One: I will never, ever, EVER see a movie that features animals whose mouths move via CGI effects and have human voices. Or, if I do, it will certainly be under the most strenuous of circumstances.
Two: Diana and I just got back from seeing "Finding Neverland". Wonderful, beautiful movie, we both thought. Well worth the money spent.
That is all.
Two: Diana and I just got back from seeing "Finding Neverland". Wonderful, beautiful movie, we both thought. Well worth the money spent.
That is all.
2004/12/01
Simple Pleasure #458:
Picture driving on a two-lane road that curves to the right. You're in the right-hand lane, but want to change to the left hand lane. So, you still turn the wheel to the right to follow the curve, but not as much right ("Still favorite, but not as MUCH favorite!"), so as to drift over to the left lane. You're turning right, but going left. I love that!
Not so much is new. I've got some minor projects at work that are keeping me busy. Not busy enough that I can't enjoy some lunchtime chess, though.
I just played two games over lunch, and I'm surprised at how personally invested I get in the games. That is, I really enjoy winning, and really get kind of grumpy when I lose. Norm and I discussed it a little bit, that chess feels like an intellectual game, and on the surface appears to have some relationship with intelligence and brainpower. I highly qualify those remarks because I'm not convinced it's true. However, losing can tend to make one feel "dumb", while winning tends to make one feel "smart". As I suggested to Norm (and maybe here, I don't remember), perhaps it's because, in chess, when you make a mistake, it is typically made immediately clear to you with negative consequences. Nothing to do but accept them, try to learn, and move on.
Diana and I watched the first half'ish of "The Great Escape" last night. Very cool movie. I was pleasantly surprised that they used the Hogan's Heroes theme as their main theme! (Ha!) I'm looking forward to watching the rest soon.
I had to ditch out of the movie to join my workboys on World of Warcraft (et al). Tuesday night is when we try to make a special effort to get on at the same time and chum around together. Good times. I think our extended group is about 25 people. Pretty incredible. I'd love to get a big screenshot of all of us gathered together. That would rock.
That's about it. My birthday is coming up on Monday. There's been some talk about getting together on Friday night and "doing something" for it. People have asked what I want to do, and my heart isn't really in it. I'm not depressed over my birthday or anything, but I just don't know what I want to do to celebrate. A nice dinner with friends is a good start, and something fun after that. What I really want is someone else to take care of it all, 'cause I have no goddamn idea.
The big three-oh. Who'd have thunk it. I really haven't invested anytime thinking about the implications (are they any?) of turning 30. Gwen asked how I felt about it, during our Seattle visit, and I honestly said that I really didn't care. As I told her, I usually try to pick my fights, and there's NO getting around this one, so I might as well face it with dignity. Actually, that really makes it sound like I put some conscious effort into it. More accurately, I guess I knew all that deep down, and so it never really came to the surface.
Anyhoo, now I'm just rambling…
Picture driving on a two-lane road that curves to the right. You're in the right-hand lane, but want to change to the left hand lane. So, you still turn the wheel to the right to follow the curve, but not as much right ("Still favorite, but not as MUCH favorite!"), so as to drift over to the left lane. You're turning right, but going left. I love that!
Not so much is new. I've got some minor projects at work that are keeping me busy. Not busy enough that I can't enjoy some lunchtime chess, though.
I just played two games over lunch, and I'm surprised at how personally invested I get in the games. That is, I really enjoy winning, and really get kind of grumpy when I lose. Norm and I discussed it a little bit, that chess feels like an intellectual game, and on the surface appears to have some relationship with intelligence and brainpower. I highly qualify those remarks because I'm not convinced it's true. However, losing can tend to make one feel "dumb", while winning tends to make one feel "smart". As I suggested to Norm (and maybe here, I don't remember), perhaps it's because, in chess, when you make a mistake, it is typically made immediately clear to you with negative consequences. Nothing to do but accept them, try to learn, and move on.
Diana and I watched the first half'ish of "The Great Escape" last night. Very cool movie. I was pleasantly surprised that they used the Hogan's Heroes theme as their main theme! (Ha!) I'm looking forward to watching the rest soon.
I had to ditch out of the movie to join my workboys on World of Warcraft (et al). Tuesday night is when we try to make a special effort to get on at the same time and chum around together. Good times. I think our extended group is about 25 people. Pretty incredible. I'd love to get a big screenshot of all of us gathered together. That would rock.
That's about it. My birthday is coming up on Monday. There's been some talk about getting together on Friday night and "doing something" for it. People have asked what I want to do, and my heart isn't really in it. I'm not depressed over my birthday or anything, but I just don't know what I want to do to celebrate. A nice dinner with friends is a good start, and something fun after that. What I really want is someone else to take care of it all, 'cause I have no goddamn idea.
The big three-oh. Who'd have thunk it. I really haven't invested anytime thinking about the implications (are they any?) of turning 30. Gwen asked how I felt about it, during our Seattle visit, and I honestly said that I really didn't care. As I told her, I usually try to pick my fights, and there's NO getting around this one, so I might as well face it with dignity. Actually, that really makes it sound like I put some conscious effort into it. More accurately, I guess I knew all that deep down, and so it never really came to the surface.
Anyhoo, now I'm just rambling…
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