I'm not one to mention every hurdle I cross, or every benchmark I achieve, but yesterday I wrote my 250th blog and today I turned 21 . . . level 21.

What did I write about all of those entries ago? How has life changed over time. A buddy of mine wrote in his "real" blog about what his 1994 self would think of his current state. I hate those reflective questions. Well, hate is a strong word.

My 1994 self was all about exploring life, living in fantasy world while accumulating existential references for building a better real world. The only thing I can imagine my "old" self saying to myself today is, "Good job on getting married!"

I can think of an endless supply of advice and comments to be delivered to my old self.

CHeeeeeeeeze!