Birthday on BonesMoses.org

The Lower 48

Sun, 21 Sep 2025 14:31:00 -0500

I turned 48 last week, and it was almost as uneventful as I’d hoped. I preemptively took the week off so I spent most of the time relaxing, eating out occasionally, or otherwise doing absolutely nothing constructive. I really needed that.

A Birthday Epiphany

Sat, 28 Sep 2024 15:32:35 -0500

I never got around to it, and I was going to write about how my birthday went last week, but I just experienced a kind of “Eureka” moment. It was a nice day where Jen and I went to brunch at Original Pancake House, did a bit of shopping for pants and other necessities, and then had dinner at Baxter’s Grille. I had a ribeye (of course) and I indulged myself with their flourless chocolate truffle cake. Not a bad experience in all.

Birthday in the Swamps

Tue, 26 Sep 2023 10:58:52 -0500

So my 46th birthday has come and gone. As per usual, I took the week off and played video games. The primary focus of this time was spent on Armored Core 6, a mech-focused game by FromSoftware of Dark Souls fame. It’s an excellent pastime, and even though I suck at it, I’m having a blast (pun intended) blowing stuff up with mechs.

A Fist Full of Quarters

Sun, 25 Sep 2022 08:51:31 -0500

I took a week off of work for my birthday, and as can probably be expected, I spent much of that playing games.

Stray

Being in a cat-like mood, I started with Stray.

Meow

It’s a relatively short 7-10 hour game where you control a cat on a quest to rejoin its friends after being separated from them. Like any cat, you can’t talk and must interact with objects using only your mouth and claws. And of course there’s an achievement for meowing at least 100 times. Meow.

Reminiscence

Sun, 18 Sep 2022 14:51:18 -0500

The man stared weary ‘cross the valley
o’er all that he had wrought,
what he had yet still to do,
and felt a yawning despair overtake him.

– Anonymous

Forty-five years, eh? Malformed though I am, I somehow surpassed my expectations to reach this point, and it’s certainly been an interesting life thus far. College, marriage, a few books, and perhaps even the pinnacle of my career, and then what? Who can say.

A Cat in Time

Sat, 29 Aug 2020 17:25:34 +0000

Though I don’t quite know the exact day Luna was born, I know it was some time in late August of 1999. This means a cat I adopted shortly after I graduated from college is now 21 years old.

I had just brought Luna home.

Straying From the Path

Sun, 16 Sep 2018 16:32:58 +0000

People are so blind to their own flaws. Through certainly no bastion of saintliness, I try to at least remember to listen. It’s better to be wrong and learn, than remain steadfast in my ignorance. And there is always so much left to learn. May there be so many mistakes yet to come.

Only One Left

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 14:38:31 +0000

First, I’d like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who managed to come to the party on the 22nd. Richard and Bettina, you didn’t drink nearly enough, but you provided me with reading material, so all is forgiven. Ryan J, I still can’t believe you only broke two of my ITG records; it’s surreal. I’ll try to enjoy your shot glasses, since they’re the first ones I’ve ever owned (at 30, go figure). Ryan D and Amanda, you should have stayed! I’ll try to get the blue robot in the Rock’em Sock’em Robots game to lose more evenly for your next visit, and thanks for the Lil’ smokies; they’ve been a great lunch for the past couple days. I hope we didn’t drive you too batty Justin, and I’m sure I’ll get tons of use out of Mario Party 8; party games rule! Thanks for coming up, Mom… now everyone knows my weirdness has a genetic component.

Infinite Reflection

Tue, 18 Sep 2007 22:01:17 +0000

At precisely 11:16PM tonight, I’ll have persisted upon this world for a grand-total of three decades. To understand the true significance of this, I believe I should clarify.

I was born on September 18th, 1977 in Washington State, and since that day, life hasn’t taken kindly to my presence. Two months passed, and I went into congestive heart failure; not a heart-attack exactly, but hint enough I wasn’t meant to live. But they saved me, the doctors. I battled almost yearly pneumonia, two hernia surgeries, and a cracked skull, but somehow I prevailed. At the age of six, I was a battle-scarred veteran when most kids explored the wondrous flavors of kindergarten paste.