For those completely unaware of the fact, I turned 35 on June 16th. I celebrated the day in sort of understated fashion: My friends Randall and Irma took me out to dinner at a Morroccan restaurant Dar Maghreb. We ate an eight course meal in the traditional way (i.e. with our fingers after first washing our hands in a huge tureen of soap and rosewater brought to the table). Squab turns out to be pigeon and tastes rather salty. Who knew?
Oh, and there was bellydancing! I must say I quite enjoy the impression of myself my friends reflect back at me.
Oh, and before I forget: When I saw this I laughed mightily. My birthday is the REAL Number Of The Beast.
This bit of information is very exciting. Are there career opportunities available for me to become the Antichrist? My high school guidance counselor so didn't hip me to this. What a dick.
"Evil" is a growth industry. The best part is, I already have the cds for the job.
Can you dig it?
I knew you could.
"When an old and distinguished person speaks to you, listen to him carefully and with respect – but do not believe him. Never put your trust in anything but your own intellect. Your elder, no matter whether he has gray hair or lost his hair, no matter whether he is a Nobel Laureate, may be wrong... So you must always be skeptical – always think for yourself." --Linus Pauling
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Judas Priest, you have some weird fans, Jack.
Moroccan cuisine rocks my socks. Bellydancing rocks something else. Heh heh heh.
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