Gah, I can't believe I forgot to post this earlier! So, on Monday, I had a cashier ask me about my age. Well, it happened again on Thursday! I was going to Sports Authority to buy an ankle brace for Kat when it happened. I picked out the brace and headed to the first available cashier. I paid with a credit card and had to use one of the electronic signature readers. She told me to keep my card out for signature validation so I also pulled out my drivers license. My signature never looks right on this electronic devices so I did it just in case. I guess the cashier looked at my birthdate because when she handed my cards back to me:

"Are you 23, 24?"
"23, why, do I seem older, younger?"
"More mature."
"Any reason?"
I'm 21 and guys our age seem younger. You dress well, like you made it somewhere, you seem established."

The funny thing is, I was wearing a long-sleeve jersey material shirt (Kenneth Cole, but she couldn't tell that), Gap slacks and black Puma sneakers! I definitely wasn't sporting "mature" looking attire. Oh well.

Woohoo, I donated $10 to MusicBrainz today. Horrible name but great service. You feed it an MP3 and it spits back out the correct Artist, album, genre, etc and resaves the file with the correct information automatically. Totally free but also totally worth a $10 donation.

CNN.com - Three children found decapitated in apartment - May 27, 2004: I don't really know how to comment on this situation. A mother returns to find her three children decapitated. The only possible reason I can think of is some sort of debt that went unpaid.

Doctor
cure me
what is the cause of my condition?
This madness
shoots me
like bullets smashing glass in a silent movie.

My brain is triggered to wake up if I hear a diesel engine idling outside of my window. Why? Well, back in senior year, I was sharing a parking permit with a roommate. I was almost towed twice for parking in my apartment lot without the permit but I heard the idling tow truck and woke up! Anyway, there was a truck idling outside of my apartment this morning around 7 AM and thus I woke up.

I really shouldn't be posting right now as I should be working on the SEVEN specifications I have to write in the next few weeks. I'd tell you more, but then I'd have to make the internet sign an NDA and I just don't have time for the paperwork this week.

Anyway, during the daily Jeff-and-Mike lunch extravaganza, something a bit humorous happened. Jeff and I have a pretty set list of restaurants we go to (Quizno's, Qdoba, Chipotle, Ribeye, Nasai Teriyaki, Red Robin, Matt's Famous, Arby's, Taj Palace, Yen Ching, etc) and some of the places have started to remember us. Today at one of the usuals, my order number was 29. The cashier said "29, close to 30... are you over 30?". I had remembered from a previous conversation that she said she had been out of school for 10 years and just got her degree last year so I assumed she was about 30 though she looked not a day over 21. My response was "No, a bit lower", giving her a thumbs down motion.

"29?"
"No."
"27?"
"Nope, lower."
At this point, she just looked at me, scared to give another incorrect answer. I held up two fingers, said "23" and transitioned to three fingers. She was quite flabergasted and made some commented about how I looked so much older while she looked so much younger saying that people don't think of her as a day older than 20, 19 even!

Funny stuff.