Take that Logan's Run.

So, yah, I turned 31 the other day. I'm older than I've ever been and now I'm even older and now I'm even older and now I'm even older . . . . this is from a They Might Be Giants song . . . I think I wrote the exact same thing last year, but I'm to lazy to check it out and to lazy to add the proper number of "o" to my adverbs. Such is old age; I didn't take enough fiber today.

This is also my blog's 600th post. Thanks to Joe for being around the longest. Most of my other longtime commenters have kind of faded off into the glory of history. Or refuse to encourage my inanity with feedback. For a while there it was a running dialogue between Alan and I. That was cool, but I get that in real life.

So, let me misuse a term and say that it's apropos that I've turned 31 and the blog turned 600 posts. Even though 600 is an arbitrary number and I might as well have been excited about post 572. Come to think of it, age is just a number, slightly less arbitrary, but only a numeric.

Wait. I just slipped a disk.