Mon Jul 09 2001 14:49:
Thanks to all those who wished me a happy birthday today. I am in fact having a happy birthday, since I had some time to get rid of a lot of cruft that had built up in Helm.
Mon Jul 09 2001 15:39:
Also, tomorrow is my first year anniversary at CollabNet, whereupon my stock options become (partially) vested.
The first is a card from Susanna. It has a cartoon of Piglet of
Winnie the Pooh fame sliding down a wooden slide, and it says:
Very touching, you'll agree.
The second is a package from my mother, which cost *exactly* as
much to send to me as it cost me to mail the Envelope Watch envelope (the exciting
(no lie) and knee-slapping (still no lie) conclusion to Envelope Watch coming tomorrow, so stay
tuned). I open it and find... a book! Not just any book. The Best From Fantasy and Science Fiction, Eighth Series,
published in 1957.
LIFE Magazine says there are more than TWO MILLION science fiction fans in this country.
From all corners of the nation comes the resounding proof that science fiction
has established itself as an exciting and imaginative NEW FORM OF LITERATURE
that is attracting literally tens of thousands of new readers every year!
Not a bad haul for my birthday, especially considering I get free food from other people from work for the rest of the week at least.
I'm going to try and sleep off this headache now. Most people would have a headache
waking up the day after their birthday, but not I. Hopefully not I, anyway.
Mon Jul 09 2001 23:23:
So, Josh and Elise took me to an Italian restaurant for my birthday (Emmy's, which Elise recently mentioned in her weblog).
It was pretty good, albeit the service was slow. Also unfortunate is the splitting
headache I developed this afternoon. However, let me speak of happier
things, viz. the two things I got in the mail today. I will be opening
them now, live, on the Web.
Whee! You're
3 22!
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