Reflections on the Occasion of The Author's Third Rezday

Three Years.

I am I, because I am here...

I have made many things. Constantly, I am meeting little challenges to learn from.

I have heard songs I likely never would have heard otherwise.

I have met the love of my life, made dear friends and acquaintances I do not deserve, and have been blessed with only the most choice and select enemies.

I have the opportunity to fly, constantly.
I wear many faces.

I have helped waves of new residents find their footing. I have watched them come into their own, and in the words of two great transdimensional explorers, "be excellent, dude!"

I have tormented the mighty, pestered the annoying, and inflicted myself upon the masses.

I have whipped up whirlwinds of whimsy

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am having too much fun.

So Eat! Drink! Dance you fools! It is always about to end.

Facing the year to come, I forfeit my grumpy oldbie card. They send you one on your third rezday, you know. It entitles you to wail and gnash teeth about every little inconvenience. It gives you carteblanch to be bitter if someone else is having more fun than you, and even provides you an excuse, printed on the back in large, easy-to-read letters, reading "Back then, everything was more stable"