It's happened.

I vaguely recall that long ago, when signing up for my hotmail account, I entered my year of birth on some form. This data is used to help them direct certain kinds of advertising my way. I just turned 35, and behold!

The ads I see now are for Weight Watchers. Several Botox-related products and at least one claiming to be Better ( Read more... )

The other day I foolishly smiled at an oncoming cyclist, mistaking him for my young landlord. He smiled back, reared back on the seat, saluted and bellowed:

AirBORNE! Nice boots, gorgeous!

Yeah. So close, and yet so far.