If we had six fingers on each hand and had adopted a base-12 numbering system, today I would be 42. In binary, I’m 110010.
Yes, it’s one of those dreaded “significant” birthdays. The kind that ends in a zero. And, no, I don’t mind, though I was mildly amused by the fact that I received a membership pitch from the AARP in yesterday’s mail!
My main gift was an upgrade. I’m now part of the smart phone generation. iPhone 4, to be precise. Means I no longer have to carry around both a flip phone and an iPod Touch for total connectivity. Plus a camera. Look out world.
Also a nice flower delivery at work (where I’d been keeping a low profile about the birthday.) Because of scheduling conflicts, we went out to dinner last night instead of tonight. Had a lot of fun and made our server’s evening with our jolly good time.
Still reading Robopocalypse by Daniel H. Wilson, which thus far reminds me of a cross between Stephen King’s “Trucks” and Conquest of the Planet of the Apes. The book is about the rise of technology and the subsequent war with humanity. I like the “pejorative” term for the enemy: Robs, as in “short for robots.” At the time the uprising begins, robots are used for a lot of things, from servants to laborers (this is the PotA comparison) to love surrogates.
I’m also reading a galley of Satori by Don Winslow on my iPad. This is a prequel to Trevanian’s classic 1979 novel Shibumi that is sort of an origin story for Nicholai Hel. I’m very pleased that I’ve found a way to get electronic galleys. Better for everyone involved, in my opinion.
Yay Canucks. Excellent use of foreshadowing, dramatic tension and a twist at the end that no one saw coming.
