thirty-eight is a good number.

This weekend marks the thirty-eighth anniversary of the day I rolled off the assembly line in Germany, so I’ll be busy engaging in unbridled hedonism for the next day or two.  Robin and I just finished an instance run in World of Warcraft with the Atomic Nerds, and it was a good run.  Nobody died, except for my squishy mage, and that death wasn’t due to hostile fire, but to a misstep on a bridge spanning a river of molten lava. (Note to self: watch your step when casting fireballs while standing on bridges. Also: I need to have a word with OSHA about the inadequate safety structures in Ragefire Chasm.)

Jay G. over at MArooned has filled a reader request by Yours Truly, and put together a list of the top ten cars of 1971.  Incidentally, his #1 pick is also my #1 pick.  (If you gave me a $100,000 check, and said “Buy yourself any sporty automobile you want, son,” I’d head straight for the Porsche dealership, and lay claim to a 911.)

I’m out for the weekend, so you kids be good, and behave yourselves while I’m out drinking hooch and playing computer games.  If the spirit moves me (and by “spirit”, I mean Maker’s Mark), I’ll post another update this weekend.