We're all getting old

Another month draws to a close, and another of my colleagues leaves the land of the 20s to enter the kingdom of 30s.

Happy Birthday to Stranger, who turned 30 yesterday.


Here’s a random pic of the birthday boy, with Mac and Ozi at Edithburgh ten years ago. Stranger is carrying an axe, which most of us did during Giant Squid Season back in those days.

Christ, most of my school mates have turned 30 now, and it’s a stern reminder of my own impending birthday in September. It makes me think of a quote by Kevin Spacey in the film Swimming with Sharks, (and he is actually para-phrasing Mark Twain here):

"If you're not a rebel by the age of 20, you got no heart, but if you haven't turned establishment by 30, you've got no brains."

Shit, I’ve only got about ten weeks of my twenties (my rebel years) left before I have to become part of the system.

So today when I was handed an important work document, I folded it into a paper air-plane and threw it out the window.

And then I shoved my I-pod earplugs in my ears, cranked up the Linkin Park, and walked out of the office eight minutes before my shift was officially over. (And my shirt was untucked).


Don’t let the man get you down, kids.