It's been a while since I had a truly odd, blogworthy thought explainable only by Misty Logic, but I finally have one to share.

Why do people get so depressed on decade birthdays--30, 40, etc? It's no different than any other birthday. Just another year. Sure, it has a zero after it--a nice, round, divisible-by-10 number. But why does that matter? Our base-10 numbering system is purely man made. It's not like the 10s have some sort of magical symbolic meaning. We should just switch to, say, Base 9. Then it's clear how silly it is. 30 would become 27. Makes no sense to get upset over 27. You could wait till you actually have been around 30 years, but that year you'd actually turn 33, and that's not really worth getting your knickers in a knot either. I mean, I'm 25 right now. Let's see what that really means:

Base 2: 11001
Base 3: 221
Base 4: 121
Base 5: 100
Base 6: 41
Base 7: 34
Base 8: 31
Base 9: 27

Theoretically, you could get upset about something every year. For God's sake, I'm 100 this year! Numbers are just a little figment of our imagination. I say everyone quit counting and eat cake. Happy Birthday to us all!

Earlier this morning I was attacked by jellyfish. I have to admit that wasn't a lot of fun. Currently, I am drinking a blue margarita in 85 degee weather with a light breeze coming off the ocean. That really makes up for the jellyfish, though I think I'm probably done with snorkeling for life.

Sara posted this as a comment to the last post, but obviously it deserves a post of its own!

Grace Katherine Baker
Saturday, December 10, 2005
1:06 pm
7 lbs, 1 oz, 18"  (She's little like her mama! )

It's so happy and so surreal--I look at the Sara and me and still see the little 11 year old girls we were 14 years ago.  How time flies... 

1.  I have near death experiences while falling down cement stairs that have iced over. 

2.  I have hissy fits thinking my car door has frozen shut when really....I just haven't unlocked it yet.

3.  Who in Texas owns an ice scraper?  My glove compartment divider just isn't a competent replacement.

It might just be the delerium setting in, but I had an irresistable giggle during my property exam today.  It occured to me that the fictional world of property essay questions is really a most depressing place.  It won't make much sense to anyone who hasn't taken the class, but it made me laugh so I had to share it. 

The poor people in property essay questions are constantly giving gifts and then promptly dying before proper delivery can take place.  Every married couple always gets a divorce--usually after one of them has attempted to unilaterally sever their joint tenancy (otherwise how can you fight over whether your property is separate or community?).  Someone is always conveying property with outdated language that doesn't work anymore.  If you lend someone something or leave it to be repaired, they will always lose it or break it.  Whenever something has been stolen from you, it will never be found until after the statute of limitations has run.  Landlords are always scum, tenants are always rent-avoiding trash, and you'll always be constructively evicted from your apartment in the dead of winter becaue the heat doesn't work.  And most tragic is the "create, kill, and count" method of solving Perpetuity problems, which inevitably has a poor woman dying the day after giving birth.  (Those pesky lives-in-being--we have to get rid of them or someone might actually inherit the property.)

It's a sad place, though usually named the State of Happiness.  It gave me a laugh that hopefully will carry me through the next couple of days of dealing with people who never remember to give notice that they're accepting an offer and always breach the contract anyway.