The Stingy Seamripper

"When a person quits having birthdays, there's somethin' bad wrong." A very wise quote from my very-quotable grandfather, who is now deceased and no longer concerned with birthdays or time or anything else. And so, I am embracing this, my 26th birthday. Which will, no doubt (I hope), be looked back upon as a time when I was really just a child in so many ways. I wanted to reflect back upon a few of my more memorable birthdays and have been thinking about that all day, but I've been busy with birthday stuff and am just now getting around to at at nearly 2 AM on October 19th, which is actually the day after my birthday, but whatever. First off are my not-so-memorable birthdays... at least not memorable to me. The day I was born. I know I was born around 5 PM... or as I was told when I was little, around the time Sesame Street comes on. Or at least that's what time it came on back then. Now it comes on at 8 AM. There's a picture of the doctor holding me upsid

So I took a pretty big, unannounced internet sabbatical. No, I haven't completely abandoned my computer. I'm an information junkie. I could live without the internet, but the idea doesn't thrill me. I spend a lot of time busy and running around like a crazy person, but I spend a lot of time sitting with my kids while they're watching TV and stuff, too. Since I obviously am not greatly entertained by the likes of Caillou and Marvel Heroes, I usually spend that time reading and looking at stuff on the internet. So, my break wasn't from the internet in general (although I have been spending a lot less time on ye olde computer), just from specific things on the internet. You see, it hit me one day what I had been spending big chunks of my time on. Updating my Facebook status about what I was spending my time doing... posting pictures of my life... writing blog posts all about me . Me, me, me ! Ugh. Have you ever gotten tired of the sound of your own voice? That