… from being the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life. As I said to the redoubtable Serge, this year is just a warmup. Thank you for all the lovely birthday wishes that were waiting in my email box this morning! They gave me quite a smile, especially since my daughter hasn’t yet remembered it’s my birthday and has been giving me a raft of her usual pre-school crap. Once she remembers, however, she’ll turn on the high-beams and spoil me rotten. But she’s more likely to do so if she feels guilty for treating me like crap in the first place, so I’m giving her enough rope to hang herself with. Bwa hah hah! I’m not one year older, I’m one year meaner.

Let’s see, birthday plans. A haircut, I think. A dog walk. Some more Web edits. And listening to the new (to me) Quasi albums I bought last night. They are f-ing awesome. Go Portland!