Happy Birthday to Me

Well, as of this morning I am 28 years old. So far, so good. I still feel about the same as I did when I was 19, with the exception of some added pounds and some lost hair. Still love video games, still long to write a novel, still need a brilliant idea for one. In other words, the status quo has been maintained overall, with key advances in some areas and some detractions in others, but nothing major yet. It's at times like this that a man can really buy into the idea that he's going to live forever. All of the evidence is there, isn't it? Twenty eight years old and I still feel and act like a kid. I am not frightened by my mortality.

Mark my words, ladies and gentlemen. I predict it here and now: I will still be this way in a century. You will find me upon my deathbed, and after I've breathed my last, you will have to pry a video game controller (or keyboard and mouse) out of my cold dead hands. If there is a new Final Fantasy or Star Ocean out that year, I'll probably be playing that. If not, I will be logged into the MMO of my choice when I go, and I will deliver unto the gaming universe my final words. What they will be I have not yet determined, but they will be sufficiently awe-inspiring, I assure you. Thinking on it now... man, I can't wait.

My wife got me a gift card to Barnes & Noble, so I should have some new reading material pretty quickly here. Also, Raw Vanilla cologne and aftershave. Apparently it drives the ladies crazy. Certainly it works on Jessica, and since she is the one lady I concern myself with when it comes to attraction, the goal is achieved. She also has purchased for me the soundtrack to Metal Gear Solid 4, a perfect choice since the game has one of the most powerful scores in gaming history and I adore it. Good job, love. :)

Tonight we're going to the IMAX to take in The Dark Knight again. Yes, it's that good. I could see it in the theatre again, and perhaps a third time. Tomorrow, my parents want to have us over, and then Sunday we're doing a sort of combined-birthday thing for myself and Jessica's mom, Julia, who turns age on the 25th. Toyed with the idea of having J & R over on one of these days, but since they were recently in a car wreck (feel better, you two /pat), I think I'ma let them heal up before I start bugging them to hang out again.

Twenty eight years. Here's to life.