Today I'm 32 years old.
To many of you, that might not seem very old. In fact, some of you might
already calling me names like "young punk" or "whipper-snapper". To those people
I say, "Get some teeth old man!"
Seriously, it's not that I feel particularly old, but this is the first year
I'll actively exaggerate my age. If someone asks how old I am, I'll quickly
answer that I'm 25. "25", of course, is a short way of saying that I'm 2^5 years
old. I'm comfortable with that because it's not really a lie. It's not even
stretching the truth. I'm being vague, flippant and maybe a bit of a smart ass,
but I'm OK with that.
After this year, I'm going to start rendering my age in hexadecimal. Next
year I'll be 21.