Oh, yeah. Today is my actual birth date. But I don’t celebrate it today.
So… Thanks to all of you kind people who did not remind me that today is my birthday by sending me cards, email, or friendly phone greetings. It is because of you that I didn’t have to remember that today was the day until around 2:30 this afternoon, and in so doing avoided the yearly funk that ensues for that much longer. Seriously.
I forget who I was debating this with recently. Maybe Dave. Probably Pat. Anyway, a rock the size of a house will not be big enough to hit the ground. It’s got to be more like two football fields in width.
That said, you should probably take note of the 1 in 45 chance that such a rock will smack us down in 2029.
Yeah, ok, I’ve been completely unresponsive this week. While spending time with family and being completely ill, I just haven’t bothered to answer any email or comments.
I mean, while I write this, Berta and Abby are prancing around ballet-style behind me to a DVD that Berta got for Abby for Christmas. Things are falling off of cabinets and stuff, since the carpet padding in here is beat. Too much hopping and stuff.
I saw A Series of Unfortunate Events and Blade Trinity in the past 24 hours. I wasn’t really satisfied with either of them.