On this November 11th, 2011, I am celebrating my 41st birthday. As I mentioned to Dan Suptic on Google+, I always thought that this would be the day that I'd develop super power or be abducted by aliens or be inducted into a secret conspiracy of wizards. Or something like that. With a rare day off to have margaritas at lunch with the wife, who's to say that any of those things haven't already happened. I'll know more when the buzz wears off. For now, I'm happy to have S. John Ross dub me "Slightly Tipsy Elevenman", the greatest super hero the world has ever known.
And on a more serious, less tipsy note, I was planning on doing a crap ton of writing today for my own personal enjoyment. I've done a little bit but nothing that is really meant for the blog (some solo gaming experiments and what-not). I'm also really enjoying just having a laid-back, work-free week day with the family.
Ontologically Ambiguous Banshee
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