'S my birthday, you know? Most people don't. A great majority of humans live their unassuming lives the whole year 'round and have no idea it's my birthday.

This, I believe, is the way it should be. I'm not a fan of disclosing the moment of my birth. Call me a kook (a shout from the back: "You're a kook!"), but the moment of one's birth is a powerful thing, and I don't just waste that info to anyone.

Even my closest friends have no idea how old I am. Sure they know the day, but most don't know the year.

I don't really have any big plans for today. Last weekend was my "unofficial" party, had a great time and got entirely too intoxicated. For the love of God...there was a drinking horn involved. There was live music. There was, unfortunately, damn near several barfights. Myself I interjected in a few.

See..I'm short. Not hobbit short, but close. I have noticed that upon imbibing (especially when there's a big drinking horn involved) that my mouth moves entirely of it's own volition. Which would explain how I wake up in a bar parking lot, usually staring up at some big guy, uttering the words "Can't you take a fucking joke?".

Last night was interesting. To kill some time I wandered into Yahoo Pool (incredibly addictive, that). I met there a New Brunswickian by the name of Sophie. Interesting girl. Witty, intelligent and with a world-view (such a yuppie phrase, but appropriate here) that is intriguing as it is grand. I spent several hours shooting virtual pool with a total stranger and conversing on a wide range of topics. A wonderful woman, and I'm glad I met her.

In closing, Evan's Random Thought of the Day:

No one looks good in a sombrero.

I got into a discussion earlier today with a very good friend of mine. It boiled down to this:

Which are cooler, Pirates or Ninjas?

An obscure point, to be sure. But one worth arguing. (note to self, might want to re-examine what you and Josh argue about)

My pal took a pro-Ninja stance, whereas I took a pro-Pirate stance.

Why, you may ask?

Because, Pirates are inherently cool. Do ninjas wear eye-patches? No. Do ninjas stick lit cannon fuses in their beards? No..and why? Because ninjas don't have beards.

Sure, ninjas can sneak up on you. But where's the fun in that. You've got to at least yell "Yaaarrr!!" before you attempt to cleave someone in two.

It's only fair.

So...this is the beginning.

 

 Backstory: I was playing poker one night, and ran into a woman.

Lucy.

So if this at all doesn't work out. It's her fault.

Now, about myself. I'm a leftist radical with some strong opinions. I'm a snob about three things: Beer, Scotch and swords. Never, under any circumstances mix these three. I'm a film buff, an info junkie and I've a fondness for animals. I'm a professional theater tech in my spare time and a cubicle slave to pay the bills.

 

More later when I figure this thing out.