I’m finally (or at least in about 5 hours) a “thirty-something”. Until now, I was standing firm to my claim that I wasn’t a “thirty-something”, I was just “thirty”. Now there’s a “something” added, and Timothy Busfield can kiss my ass.

Not much else to write, though I would like to thank the comment spammers that decided to give me an early present. Fortunately, there were only five comments left, though they were pretty recent, so who knows what I might wake up to in the morning. Funny, I can rarely get family and friends to leave comments here, but some Asian porn business is all too happy to call me “retarded”. It really was kind of funny, looking back on it, too bad I cursed its name and deleted it from the face of the cyber-earth.

While I had a great time Saturday night, checking out the Preservation Hall Jazz Band from New Orleans and such, the birthday this year seems a little subdued, especially compared to the events of last year. Not only is that one of the finest nights of my life (top 15 at least, to be generous), it was also one of the finer postings haveyoumettony.com has seen. Enjoy it.

One year ago at this very minute, I was just about to be introduced to the “Aunt Jemima”…and the world hasn’t been the same since.