So I’m thirty now.
I guess being worried about turning thirty is less of a guy thing; either that or I am somehow immune to an otherwise universal damngiving regarding this particular milestone.
It may be a materialistic and shallow way to look at it, but it helps to have received some rather awesome birthday loot.
After many many years of searching, I now own a pair of rollerblades – and can even use them without causing bodily injury to myself or others.
Even better, though…
Yeah, baby. I have a nook.
I’ve been carrying three or four hundred books around on my cellphone, but the screen size on that is somewhat limiting. This, on the other hand, is much more like a regular paperback in terms of page size and device weight. Unsurprising, really.
It’s pretty awesome. No backlight, but aside from that, I’m very happy with it.
EDIT on 2/26: Have a clip-on LED for it now, along with a case and a car charger.
Those of you who have me friended on Goodreads may well have noticed that my total number of books read so far this year has been quite massive. This snazzy little doohickey is why.