Great, I'm 33 now. More gray in my beard. Whohoo!
I have good news, at least. I'm getting the hell outta Dodge (aka Maryland) and heading west this weekend. Hopefully, I'll have good news on a new job in the next two weeks or so. One that will allow me to blog without feeling like the fury of the federal government is going to come down on my head just because I happen to have an opinion on something...
Happy Birthday, child! (and I know what you mean about the government and opinions...)
Hey Happy Birthday!
I had forgotten you were a fellow scorpion. I heard from K-money that you might be moving but first planning a trip south to Winston-Slomo, hope to see you then.
FWIW, 33 is nothing to weep over. Why, if only your background was in software instead of neuroscience, you'd count in hexidecimal -- and then you'd only be 0x21 years old.
Good thing you're finally old enough to (legally) drink!