A Productive Morning.

• Went to Earthbaby to get their recycling. Brought Kirsten her wallet, which she had forgotten at home.


• Took recycling to Danny Recycling. It wasn't a big load, but I got $21.


• Ran Kiri's new prescription over to Costco. Waited for it to be filled.


• Did not buy wine.


• Also resisted the urge to go in Game Kastle with money in my wallet.


• Made a trip to the library. Not for any great books, but they have the Season 1 DVDs of Hell's Kitchen. I'm an addict. I know it.


• Went to Smart&Final for a couple of things I forgot yesterday.

All done before 1100hrs. Need to call work later to see if my insurance check is in. But for now, I'm relaxing with a beer and about to watch me some idiot chefs.

Life is good.

A little note to forestall me needing to kill people.

Saturday, May 4th is the 22nd wedding anniversary for Kirsten and me. I know, we can't accept it either.

In the last several years, "May the Fourth" has become an unofficial holiday for Star Wars fans. I liked Star Wars; but neither of us ever got into the Extended Universe stuff and don't consider ourselves to be hardcore Star Wars fans.

Anyway, our getting married on 5/4/1991 had nothing to do with Star Wars or any other science-fiction reference. We got married on that date because we had gotten engaged roughly a year earlier; while driving up Highway 1after seeing the Grateful Dead at Cal State Dominguez Hills. We stopped at San Simeon State Beach and I proposed. We decided to delay the wedding for a year just to make sure that we could actually stand each other. Turns out, we could. 5/4 was chosen because it was the best date for everyone involved.

So please, if you wish to offer us congratulations on this milestone, please don't make Star Wars remarks. It actually pisses us off. Because it makes it feel like people think we set our wedding date as a fannish gimmick. That may not seem like so much to y'all, but to us, after all we've been through together, it is an insult.

As for the actual celebration, that's tomorrow. We're seeing Iron Man 3, having lunch at an undetermined location, then going up to see the Giants beat the crap out of the Dodgers. It's Metallica Night at the ballpark. Science-fiction, Metallica, and baseball. It's a day made for us! Now if we could just get Duran Duran in somehow, it'd be perfect.

As of Saturday...

Kirsten and I will have been married for:

• 22 years


• 8037 days


• 1148 weeks (rounded down)


• 192,888 hours


• 11,573,280 minutes


• 694,396,800 seconds

Wow.