Posted 12:51 PM by Floyd

Yesterday was my birthday. If I were a big-time blogger like Instapundit I could have a catchy name for it, like "InstaBirthday." But I'm just some shmuck who gets excited about 20 hits a day. "My birthday" will have to do.

I turned 36. 36 is a useful number because it can be divided so many ways. I spent some time last night thinking about "one-third of my life ago" and "one-twelfth of my life ago." I don't really mind getting older, but it's hard to escape the feeling that it's all downhill from here.

Here's a hypothesis, based on no real evidence: You know that you're really old when you have no intrinsic awareness of your age. When I was a kid, it was a big deal to have a birthday and any specific age was different from any other age. At present there's not much difference between 36 and 35 or 37, and I am probably aware of my age only because of ingrained habit. In ten or twenty years, someone will ask how old I am and I will have to subtract 1967 from the current year to figure it out.

Anyway, enough morbid mumblings. My wife bought me a CD (Queens of the Stone Age) and the Civ III Play the World upgrade, and we had a nice dinner at Armadillo Willy's (a barbeque joint).