Go me, it's my birthday...

Today is my birthday (andmysister'sbirthdaybecausewe'retwins). I am now a spry young 17. I don't really feel older, although I thought I might. It just hasn't hit me yet, I guess.

After all, look where I am. Career goals? Undecided. College? Undecided, but leaning toward places that will give me a free ride. Job? None. I could try to get one if I wanted to, now that I have ID to prove that I exist, and if the workplace were close enough to my house, I wouldn't need a ride there. But there's still one roadblock: I am the laziest human being alive. But should I worry? There's a dichotomy of opinions here. Maybe I should enjoy the last summer I'll have before having to grow up, or maybe I should gain valuable job experience that will benefit me later. Who knows?

Getting off that subject, I recently learned more about my (our) genesis, even though I've had enough depressing information as it is. Nobody plans to have twins, after all, so it's kind of a downer to think about that. I knew I was (we were) born by C-section, which is how most twins seem to be born, except if they're on a TV show. What I didn't know was that we were scheduled to be born. So the moments preceding my (our) birth were not heralded by "Oh my God, my water broke," but rather, "How does Thursday morning at 9 sound?" Oh well. I guess it doesn't really matter, as long as you're alive when you come out. Maybe I just watch too much TV. Damn media.

Whatever. Happy birthday to me. I might as well enjoy it!

How to Boycott the Music Industry and Still Enjoy Music. I didn't think it was possible. In fact, just after swearing off the RIAA, I bought music for the first time in years. I thought the only way to enjoy music while boycotting Big Music was to support independent groups, none of which I like very much. But the list suggests something that never occurred to me: buying used music.

Here's a long explanation of why .999... = 1. On the same blog: a divisibility test for 7, 11, etc.! All right!

One year ago: "Well, that's enough self-deprecating for one day."
Two years ago: "Anyway, being 15 makes me feel old."