Happy Birthday, Mr Resident

They say that GWB woke up with such a terrible hang-over after his 40th birthday that he never drank again. The morning of my 30th (yesterday) was greeted with similar symptoms but also the reminder that I've made that promise to myself innumerable times over the years. So I doubt it'll hold for too long.

In additional growing older and more batty news, while nursing my hangover in the shower yesterday, my brain was flooded with songs that I hadn't heard in years. Included in this hit parade were Michael Jackson's "Black or White" and the Psychedlic Furs' "Pretty in Pink." I'm pretty sure my head is just overflowing with superfluous info and this is my brain's way of performing a q decade memory cache dump to make room for new crappy songs.

The Habits of Highly Effective People

After watching the first three seasons of 24 over the course of a few days like a strung-out junkie (pusher: Netlflix), I took a few months off - I quit cold turkey. But it didn't last. I couldn't stay away from the thrill of the thrillers. During those months, a friend introduced me to MI-5 - a smarter substitute with a mellower high and less of that "must stay up all night and watch next 12 episodes" feeling. So today, as I spend time unwinding before yet another big board exam, I've returned to my first love: 24, season 4. It seemed dumb at first in comparison to the BBC show, as their handling of political intrigue and inter-office bureaucracy is comic bookish at best. But then I saw quick-to-anger Jack Bauer back in action and remembered what's so great about the show:

Kiefer Sutherland + gun = results

Update: 4 straight episodes of 24 still go down as easily as I remember - like sweet, sweet gin. But as expected, I need another fix. Now.

Welcome, humanoid.