so this is my last day of being in my 20s.

its been somewhat intimidating this week, as plans continue to float along.

what does one do for a 30th birthday? how do i celebrate being alive and old? kurt suggested drugs, i, the epitome of class, suggested a strip club. roxy suggested dinner. nyc got thrown out last week. so here we are.

im listening to the coldcut essential mix from january. its amazing; let me know, ill hook you up. (the tracklisting boasts ac/dc, eric b and rakim,krs 1, method man and more.)

meeting time.

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google is yahoo 2.0
“I wonder what Google will do when they run out of Yahoo! services to copy?” Start selling out Chinese journalists, of course.

the worst president in history?
“No two-term president since polling began has fallen from such a height of popularity as Bush’s (in the neighborhood of ninety percent, during the patriotic upswell following the 2001 attacks) to such a low (now in the midthirties).”

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beware the free breast exam guy
a few months ago, the door to door tattoo guy. now the breast guy. im scared for what would complete this trinity.

so recent traffic shows me the following 2 statistics:

last week, this site got about 2500 unique visitors a day. a day. on average, they viewed 1.5 pages. which means (roughly) 50% looked at one page, but 50% looked a 2. obviously, the goal is to keep people looking around for as long as we can be interesting. im still working toward this goal. but 2,500 unique visitors is great, considering what we do and how we do it. thanks everyone.

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i coded some events into the posting system here eons ago. its a half baked project that usually doesnt work, but upon logging in now it wished me a happy birthday. im pleased at young tripp wishing old tripp a happy birthday. go my past self!

i have 40 minutes now before i flip, though my true birthday is 7.47am. i should reset my alarm to ensure im awake then. somehow im not scared.

perhaps i know this is simply a number and not something like, oh, losing your large intestine after 6 weeks in the hospital. perhaps id rather be 30 and alive than…not. and sides, if im ancient now, think how my parents feel. 30 years of putting up with me. and to the rest of the world as well. youve had to deal with my shit for 30 years now. about 10957 days now. wow. thats a lot of tripp.

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