When 35 years old is old

I used to think that being 35 years old wasn't so bad. That was until an hour ago when my little brother decided to teach me everything I needed to know to make my blog more popular and accessible to the masses. I'm about to go to bed now...with a headache...heartburn...and certain to have nightmares about Feedburner, Autopinger, and Technorati. I have no idea what he did or what any of those websites mean....but he claims you'll read what I have to say.

I don't believe him.

In fact, he's probably linked this blog to some sort of practical joke website.

I wish I was an only child.