Just got back from the beach last night, where I celebrated my 30th birthday (along with Angelo's 27th, and Julie's 30th). Here's the cake to prove it.



The LXD went all-out and got a massive beach house, and drank out of sharps-disposal containers all weekend.

Naturally, our drinks tasted like AIDS.

I don't know if I feel thirty. It's not like that's really old, you know? Besides, I still act like an eighth-grader half the time anyway. I don't really feel any older - just fatter. I think the only time where I was all quiet and introspective was when I ditched everyone at the casino and played bingo for 2+ hours - where the old ladies at my table all but told me to 'shut up' because I was screwing with thier bingo mojo. Anyway, someone told me that I'm not technically in my thirties until I'm 31 due to some precise calender-science rule. Whatever. I say "If your age begins with the word THIRTY, then you're in your thirties." But, judging by my first few days of it - it's not all that bad anyway.

[more photos] [and probably many more getting posted soon here]

And in other news:
Oh, and in case you were wondering. We didn't win the Longbaugh short video contest. I guess Portland really doesn't love the players after all. Bizungle. (I'll put the film up, as soon as I figure out how to get it into a suitable video clip - anyone have ideas?).

Today's random link from Mac:
Watch Skeletor shake his ass [link]