My Birthday

Well, my Bromine Year has come and gone, and now begins my Krypton Year.  And that just sounds cool.  It may be the coolest sounding year of them all, so I can look forward to all that goes along with being a Noble--nay, the Noblest--gas.

And speaking of destroying Superman, I am not very happy about being closer to 40 than I am to 30.  In fact, I do not like it one bit.

Here is an interesting fact about my new age: The sum of the integers from 1 to 36 is 666.  So adding up all of my years so far, we come up with the Mark of the Beast.  I do not really feel that the sum of my life is all that satanic, but you cannot argue with science.

In many advertising and television demographics groupings, I have entered a new cluster.  I am no longer in the hip and coveted 18-35 demographic, but am instead in the 36-50 (or even 36-54).  So starting today I am making some changes:

• I will be clearing out my iPod and loading up all the Josh Groban I can fit on there.  
  
• And also apparently with Robert Plant and Allison Krauss.
  
• I see that Chicago is hosting upcoming concerts by Il Divo, Lyle Lovett, and Jimmy Buffett.  My social calendar is now full!
  
• No longer will I be watching Lost and 30 Rock, but instead will busy myself with NCIS.