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Thursday, January 31, 2008

happy bday to me

I am now 31 years old (as of yesterday)!!

My co-workers decorated my desk with all manner of silly decorations, including a pic of me as "Ah-nold " (they say it's my best impression). Then we chowed down on a cake with a picture of me as Lion-O on it - nothing like visualizing your dreams, and then eating them!

Easily one of my top three birthdays of all time.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

I'm a reader for pseudopod!

Flash: Garbage Day

By Russell L. Burt

Read by Elie Hirschman

Kenneth was twelve when the significance of garbage day first struck him. That’s when it became his job to patrol the household’s trash bins, bag their contents, and then toss the bags into the huge plastic garbage can outside his kitchen door. Well, now it was a huge blue can. Back then it had been a couple of smaller, metal cans. But superficial differences aside, the result was always the same. The detritus that had accumulated over the week was gone, disappearing while you slept, as if by magic.