It's my birthday, it's my birthday; na na na na na na na na!

In a couple of days, anyway.

I just sent out an invite for some b'day karaoke. I'm a big mike hog, and my opinion of myself singing is comparable to the girls who walk down the street thinking they're 83% hotter than they actually are. People have complimented me on my singing, but I'm pretty sure it's just because I go balls out when I do sing.

Fearlessness is 83% of being a "good" karaoke singer. I work with two women who are in support roles for my department, and have heard both of them sing at karaoke. One has a sweet voice, but is shy, and refuses to sing unless as part of a group. The other one gives 'er when she sings, but her pitch is usually a bit off. Which one is a better singer? Beats me.

Another unknown is why I used the number 83% twice. '83 was when the video for 'Thriller' came out, I just read on Wikipedia. It was also the year 'The Day After' aired on tv. That freaked me out when I was a kid, even more than Michael Jackson's cat eyes at the end of his video.

That's it. I'm spent. Good night.

Dear Diary...

Wow! I'm blogging! Suck it, experienced bloggers who have become jaded with the x thousand blogs between their first blog and their most recent one! It's still fresh to me, and I am full of exclamation points!

Alright. I'm done with them. Let the detached irony begin.

Since I don't actually read or subscribe to blogs, maybe the following goes in a user profile thing; possibly that 'Dashboard' link in the upper right corner of my browser. But I'll add it here nonetheless:

I'm Canadian.
I like zombie movies.
I like film noir, and would italicize 'film noir' if it didn't look pretentious on my part.
I collect first editions of Raymond Chandler and Ross MacDonald.
I'm a nine to fiver.
I don't like carroway, anise, or black licorice flavours.

Are blogs diaries? Musings? Whatever they want to be? Is it just writing that goes unread into the ether unless you send a link to friends, neighbours, and passersby?

I dunno.

I'm going to bed now. If anyone reads this, hey. If not, then I'm glad they've perhaps looked at something more interesting online instead (such as the wiki for the timeline of robots).