XXX

Scott wrote this mid-afternoon:

Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday dear Meeeee, Happy Birthday to Me.

As I mark this milestone of turning 30, I notice this evening that I’m walking slower, my legs hurt, actually, come to think of it, everything hurts.

Now, possibly this has some connection to 7 hours of paintball today. And even if it doesn’t, I think I’ll blame it on that anyways. It was a nice day for it, sunny but not hot and with a cool breeze. The morning games didn’t go all that well for me, I kept getting knocked out really early, but for the afternoon games I either never got hit, or was hit near the end when I’d advanced to far into the other side of the field and some of those players had hung back, possibly waiting for me, but I’ll just chalk that up to that they lack the warrior spirit. Or were doing the smart thing and guarding their flag.

I was pretty much falling asleep on the drive home, so I’m going to go do that now, and will take the evening as it comes. I’ve been out the last two nights for various things, so I think it might be nice to stay home and watch Sunday night Fox stuff.

There had better not be any sort of basketball preempting what I want.

Meanwhile, in previous life

Scott wrote this at around evening time:

I have a new reader, hooray! Good job LinkedIn.

I actually had two network requests this week, from my two readers, so that was moderately interesting in the “I’d better update” kind of way. So, welcome Candice, who knew high school Scott and probably has better blackmail material than just about anyone who can currently find me. I mean emails, IM logs, all that’s easy to fake, but the potential of actual physical letters turning up from the pre-email era (when dinosaurs roamed the Earth, which was possibly just a bit ball of magma, as I vaguely recall), that’s just a whole bunch of potential trouble.

In other news, the move to Pasadena is pretty much complete, so probably no one will ever visit me again since I’m not next to Disneyland. *sigh* And I never did get my picture taken with Eeyore. On the plus side, so far the drive has been mysteriously better than the drive from LA. Possibly I’ve gotten a little better at picking lanes. Possibly the GPS function of my phone got enabled by a firmware upgrade a few weeks ago and it interfaces well with Google Maps Traffic telling me where I am, and where everyone else is stopped (Important note: Do not use Google Maps on your phone while driving, it says so right in the thingy you have to agree to before you can use it.)