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I'm 29 today.

Here's a quick list of my age related suprises/revelations of the past 9 years.

1.) As I grow older, I spend considerably more time attempting not to appear dumb. I'm not entirely sure that's a positive.

2.) I have absolutely no sense of how teenagers view me. Am I old? Do they think I'm in college? Why do I even care? At the moment I interact with them using a bizzare chimera of a casual nod and a scowl.

3.) The biggest advantage of youth is not realizing how stupid everything you're doing is going to appear in hindsight.

4.) I can no longer understand why I liked the cartoons I grew up on. The Transformers just isn't a very good show.

5.) Would it kill someone to try to stymie my fun as an adult, so that I might revel in circumventing it?. Outlawing video games for instance? I mean, is it really fair that only kids get things arbitrarily denied to them?

6.) My most frequent nightmare involves me being saddled with daily homework again.

7.) Dogs you get as an adult are inescapably different from those you grew up with.

8.) Friends are harder to make outside the shared horror of high school. (Perhaps cities should consider "friendship kidnappings", where two neighbors are both forcibly nabbed, and left in a cellar together each morning, so that they can bond over their shared tragedy.)

9.) I'm pretty sure beer is better for you then almost every soda on the market.

10.) The "Base 16 Age" paradox. In hexadecimal, I'm still in my teens. Yet, resorting to the comfort of an "Over the Hill Mug" age aphorism proves that I am old, far more conclusively than my current decimal age.


So politics is a game. It has rules and strategies. For the most part, the politicians utilize the strategies, while the voting populace, not as much.

The most you'll hear is someone admonishing another voter for "wasting" a vote. As if that is somehow worse than not showing up at all...

I think very few people like what politics has become. And, if pressed on how to change it, I think the best any expert may be able to come up with is that "maybe people should research their politicians more?".

That seems a flawed course. If only due to the circular reasoning that the solution to politics becoming less accessible and interesting is for everybody to suddenly pay more attention to it.

I think I may have a solution to all this. A voting strategy that, requires *less* work than the current system, and which, when applied, would make politics, by definition, more engaging.



If there is at all an upside to having 33 people die of gun shot wounds in an east coast tech college, it is the discovery that I am still capable of being affected by terrible news events.

Details are still pretty spotty. But that hasn't prevented people from both sides citing this as proof that a particular gun law (or lack thereof) is inadequate.

In the near term I think focusing on the tool used is distracting and unhelpful. This could have just as easily been an explosive planted in a room, a mass poisoning in the kitchen or a horror-flick style slashing.

At this point, the only true and real lesson to take away from this is that "revenge fantasies" are a powerful and seductive idea capable of allowing people do inhuman things, and that the frequency of events like these are more closely tied to that concept being propagated than the availability of the tools which can be used to fulfill them.

Please consider that before you fall into the all too easy trap of day-dreaming about scenarios in which the shooter could have been brought to justice a few minutes sooner, rather than reflecting on the horror of what actually transpired.


I'm bummed about Kurt Vonnegut. He's easily my favorite author.

Whenever I tried to pick up a "classic" book, I never really got the point, they simply didn't click.

But reading Vonnegut, to me, was like slipping into a water bed of human flesh, uncomfortably comfortable.

I've spent the day trying to locate my favorite pithy, yet heartfelt Vonnegut quote to express his passing, but have failed.

Instead, I guess I'll just have to note how very much I enjoyed his books, and express my condolences over the timing of his passing.

His last book was all about the frustration he felt with the direction the country was going, and it is depressing to think that a man whose books spoke so eloquently of the inherent good of mankind should pass away in disappointment...

My Monster

So I bought a monster.

The monster is now done, and you can see it being drawn here.

Dream Wish

When I was a young lad, one of the things that I would do instead of falling asleep, was to plot out my "one wish" in great detail. That is the "Hi! I'm a genie in a lamp", or "Oi! Give back me shamrock hat!" type wishes.

Had I ever encountered any of the characters from the various folk-tales involving wishes, I would have surely admonished their choices in the breathless way that only a know-it all 3rd grader can.

Details, lots and lots of details was the key to milking the most out of your supernatural gift card. As a general guide line, if your wish was less than 100 words you were doing it wrong.

By the time I was beginning 4th grade, my "one wish" had become quite the descriptive product.

The "core" of the wish, was, of course, a 7 story tall robotic dinosaur, which could fly and would have a secret hidden resting place in the woods adjacent to my house.

Some, lesser children, would have been content with such a vehicle. Perhaps specifying a couple derivative armaments and be done with it. Not me. Clearly there was a lot of room for, in the nomenclature of today, "pimping out" a 7 story-tall paleolithic mecha.

Looking back, some of my design choices still make sense, while some of them, well, are quite frankly, disturbing.