Another Year Older and Deeper in Debt

Whee, I'm 26 now.

That's starting to sound almost adult... and I'm not sure I like that. I'm 3 years out of college, married, looking at buying a house, talk of children in a few years. All the standard illegitimi pro carborundum life changes. Is it selfish to desperately want to maintain a sense of childlike wonder at the world? To grow old without acting old? I don't want to die in the heart or in the head. Not that I think I'm in any great danger of suddenly acting my age, nor have I been wasting much time angsting over this recently. But eternal vigilance is the price of liberty, and all that. Nothing wrong with being paranoid with regards to mental hygiene, and a birthday seems like an excellent time for an audit.

2002-2003

This has been a hell of a year. I'm rather afraid that I will end up looking at it as the best year of my life.

Between September 4, 2002 and September 4, 2003 I...
...got married.
...participated in my first 48 hour film contest, winning best in theme.
...visited Denver, San Antonio, DC, Vancouver, Houston, Austin and New Orleans.
...rode on the vomit comet.
...learned that love is not a zero-sum game.
...got into kendo.
...was ConCom for the first time.
...experienced hypoxia.
...put together a retrospective tape of our first six movies.
...went on an oceanographic cruise in Puget Sound, hiked on Mount Rainier, went tidepooling on the peninsula, saw the aurora borealis, saw bioluminescent plankton.

Ted Turner loves me!

CNN's gift to me, a simply excellent headline for my birthday: One dead in Amish tomato-tossing prank