why did the airplane crash? because the pilot was…

why did the airplane crash?

because the pilot was a tomato

caught hell from my mom yesterday, not for stealing internet access or taking down the neighbors network, but for broadcasting said questionable activities for all the world to read about. she puts too much faith in the worldwide reach of heelwing dot com. the beauty of it. of course, is that my actual neighbors are no more likely to find my site than someone living in california, north dakota, japan, sydney, or yemen. actually, that is not true. heelwing.com is one of the top ten most requested pages in yemen.

talked to my brother this morning, out in ohio. he told me the true story detailed above, and put my own friday night to shame with his experiences. i thought i still had my touch, but this is really the realm of college students. he was out until seven in the morning. then he complained about having to wake up at 1 pm yesterday. the verbatim story: “usually i don’t wake up until dinnertime on weekends.” i’m pretty sure that only a college student could say those words guilt-free.

today, i am 24 years old.

milestones: only one year until i can rent cars without a surcharge, four years until i get married.

this past year i: learned to tap dance, got an office job, accidentally lost my skis, took an introductory boxing class, was partially responsible for an incremental breakthrough in artificial intelligence, rode my bike up vail pass, hitchiked for the first time, thought about moving back home but didn’t, taught the tango, learned theatrical swordfighting, made new friends, learned to make a great cosmopolitan, and visited my family. it was a very good year.