I turn 30 tomorrow.
I was born two weeks late according to some doctors, and what do they know? So, it seemed appropriate to not put off this birthday and show a little more dignity than the day I said good-bye to my gills.
And you know what? It’s not so bad (, he said the day before). Some things are different, but most of them have been slowly evolving that way since 25 or so.
And then, there are the overnight changes. And they’re drastic enough that you should probably keep me chained to a radiator throughout the night, no matter what I say, and keep a silver one in the chamber. Just in case. What could possibly go wrong, you ask? Continue reading Take it from Snee: Newly-minted ‘old man’ rants about Google+