The Occasional Solipsist

Ok, so I'm turning 30 in a few minutes, and have been doing some thinking about same. Light thinking mind you, because as cliche as it sounds, I really don't care about turning any older, whether its a birthday some would call a milestone or a regular one. Truth is, in my mind I'll always be a twelve year old. Ask anyone who's ever known me and they'll tell you I act like a twelve year old on a good day. lol.

So I decided to google my birthdate this year, not because turning thirty has any more personal significance than turning twenty-nine or twenty-eight did, but because I wasn't as lazy as I have been in previous years.

And here's what November 24th has to contribute to history:

In 1922, a member of the IRA was executed in Ireland for the crime of carrying a revolver. I shit you not.

In 1963, Jack Ruby shot and killed Lee Harvey Oswald in the basement of a Dallas police station.

In 1947, actor Dwight Schultz (who played Lt. Barclay on Star Trek:TNG) was born.

In 1957, by a startling Star Trek coincidence, actress Denise Crosby (who played Tasha Yar on Star Trek: TNG) was born.

In 1971, DB Cooper, notorious one-time plane hijacker pulls off what is likely the ballsiest escape of all time, diving out of said plane into a vicious thunderstorm with winds in excess of 160 km/h. No body was ever found, and neither was the $200,000 he leapt out the door with.

Also in the year 1974, 'The Godfather II' won best picture, 'The Six Million Dollar Man' was lighting up televisions everywhere, the song 'Kung-Fu Fighting' was a huge hit on the radio, and the Rubik's cube was introduced to the world.

Oh, and one particularly beautiful baby boy (who would grow into a bright, funny, charming, and entirely self-deprecating man) greeted the world for the first time.