It's Jonathon Holmes
' birthday today and truth be told, I'm a little sorry for the man because it looks as though the celebration of his birth has once again been eclipsed by the celebration of my own. Yes, the people are thronging the streets, full of cheer that they may pay tribute to me and the glory of me
. And also, how dang old I am. Man, what a bummer.
I'll say this though, just as far as typing goes, 22 affords me a laziness I won't see for another eleven years.
And how did I celebrate another orbit around the sun? Boy howdy, did things get rowdy
I, uh, I got my driver's license renewed because, surprise surprise, it expired today. So that was rad. And now I'm without photo ID for about a week, which is just, really, phenomenal as far as going out with friends to celebrate. Whoo.
Actually, it gets a little sadder. Since my friends and I have a pretty strict pact to not buy gifts for one another and since my family is a city away, I, gosh, I ended up buying birthday presents. For myself. Because no one bought me any.
But dang, I got me the sweetest Transformers. There's, like, a helicopter and a jet and an Optimus Prime. Truth be told, we're getting to a point where it's less practical to describe my collection in the currency of dollars
than it is the currency of Optimus Primes
. I also bought half a pie because I live dangerously! I know what you're thinking: Who is this lunatic of a man that dares eat half a pie?
Well, I'll tell you who. The only man with the courageousness, the braviosity, to do what needs getting done.
Oh, you were thinking that this whole thing is incredible stupid? Yeah, fair enough.
Actually, I'm going home for winter break in a few days and I've reached that point where almost every perishable item has been consumed and I can't buy anything that either can't be eaten before I leave or produces a mess in preparing a meal. Guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm aiming to survive the next thirty-six hours on a loaf of bread, a carton of orange juice, and, well, we're down to a quarter of a pie now.
Speaking of answering questions no one was asking, I've got my next work term to look forward to when I get back. Hey, we can even jam this news into that tiny closet labelled "video game-related." I'm about twenty percent confident telling you that I'll be working at Inlight Entertainment
doesn't violate the NDA I signed. So, no, I'm not exactly going to be living out the life of Clifford Bleszinski
for the next four months, but c'mon, a job ain't nothing to shake a stick at. Eh, I'm not here to impress you.
And it looks like I'm succeeding.
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