December 8th, 2005

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Goddamn, I'm 30.

Unlike 25, which I had set up as this gigantic milestone, I've been feeling pretty low-key about turning 30. Most of my friends are already there anyway, so to me it's more about catching up than being in denial. Still, though, it's pretty fucking wierd to say it out loud.

We took the puppies to the vet last night for their 3rd round of vaccinations. Here's a camera pic of them just before the carnage.


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Here's a good Overheard In The Office quote:

Co-worker on phone: "What am I working on?" I'm working on not killing anyone. What're you working on?
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Slow afternoon, I'm browsing Fark... someone does the obligatory "Where were you when John Lennon died" thread, and then a number of other "Tragic Events of December 8" threads pop up.

Now, John Lennon was shot on my 5th birthday; I'm not totally sure I have any real memories about it. I didn't actually get into the beatles until I was 9 or 10, when my mom got me a cassette of Sgt Pepper and I realized that even though I'd never heard the album before I knew the words to every single song.

But that's not what caught my attention. A lot of famous people were also born on December 8; Eli Whitney (inventor of the cotton gin), Phil Collen (from Def Leppard)... and, apparently, ANN COULTER.

I will now proceed to rip off my skin.