This is my one thousandth LJ entry! I'm not feeling insightful enough to try to make sense of those 999 entries. A lot has happened since I entered the blogosphere in 2005. I left Sacramento, moved to Ohio, earned a Ph.D., opened (and closed) a MySpace account, adopted Kidlet, learned the ukulele (well, it's getting there), battled a kidney stone ( Read more... )

The end of April seems to bring along a lot of birthdays. Some of these are late, some are early, and some are right on time.

Happy Birthday, Little Bro!

Happy Birthday, Cathy!

Happy Birthday, theeugene!

Happy Birthday, rdchino.livejournal.com!

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Now playing: The Ting Tings - That's Not My Name
via FoxyTunes

My gmail status has said it for almost a week, but today is the real deal:

Happy Birthday, stinky_monky!

The fourth decade of life really isn't so bad! ;)

Time to do some namedropping, just 'cause I should really post something.

Happy Birthday,
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A most excellent birthday weekend has come and gone.  On Saturday,
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Well,
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Yesterday began with a book on the Northwest Ordinance of 1787 and ended at a bar.  Same old story.  Wait, it actually ended at the sobriety-inducing Waffle House.  Wait, what?  The 14ish-year-old neice of one of my school chums, who has a recording contract of some kind in Nashville, was performing at a country bar near campus and a whole mess of ( Read more... )

Bitchin' weekend.  My homie hamlin42 came to Sactown for a birthday/going away visit and brought with him one of the greatest gifts ever:  an Armenian Liquor Sword.  This hollow glass and faux wood monstrosity is handy in battle and for cleaning out the resulting wounds (the liquor inside certainly isn't much for drinking; see below)!  See hamlin42's ( Read more... )

I had lived in Sacramento for nine years, two months, and eleven days before I rode a Regional Transit light rail train.  But eighteen days before my scheduled departure date, it finally happened!  Better circumstances would have been nice, though...

The thermostat went out on my beloved, if slightly effeminate, 1994 Honda Civic as a potential ( Read more... )