Today's my birthday. 42 years ago, on my 16th birthday, the first man walked on the moon. This morning I had my quarterly medical exam. On being told that today is my blessed day, the physician said he was going to give me a prostate exam and then started laughing. He's such a cut-up.
Late last evening I inadvertently deleted over 900 e-mails. Oops. I like, by the way, that OOPS is the acronym for Object-Oriented Philosophy of Science.
It's deadly hot here, but--given a choice-- I'd much rather broil than freeze my ass off as I did much of this past year.
Nota bene: birthday boy's butt is dewy with sweat right now. I'm throwing that out like a love grenade. Just thought you'd like to know. Boom!