First post and all that Jazz

Tomorrow I will be old.  Well, clearly I will simply be one day older than I am today, but in numerical terms I will suddenly become closer to forty than thiry.  This is not too much of a concern to me, as I was never particularly interested in being 20-something, and the increase in years means that essentially I am the same as I was when I was 20, just with more experience, and I am now taken seriously.  I think it's the streak of grey hair that does it.  If you're trying to present information to a group of jaded engineers / project manager or similar,  having at least some grey means you're either old enough to have sufficient experience, or have dealt with sufficiently stressfull projects to make you turn grey, that you are then treated with a level of confidence not afforded to the still-wet-behind-the-ears university (or worse still, college) graduate.

I dislike my birthday.  Not because I get a numerical year older, and not because other people do not care... Quite the opposite; they do care and I don't want them to.  Making a fuss over someone just because our planet has orbited our sun by an integer value of cycles since their birth does not seem like good sense to me.  Yes, it may be nice to be especially lovely to someone on a paricular day, but can I just choose when that is and it not have to be during the chaotic week between Christmas and new year please? 

... and I don't know whether this will show as being written on the 28th or the 29th.  I've left it overnight and haven't finished it yet.  Having never used blogging software before, my understanding of it and it's functionality is limited.  Being a mechanical engineer, rather than an electronic or software engineer, I have every intention of using someone elses html coding rather than trying my own.  Tried that about 8 years ago, and despite having spent many many hours as a teenager hand-coding B.A.S.I.C. into my spectrum +3, and expecting to be not-too-bad at using a programming language, I was utterly crap at it.  Another lesson learned with age and experience:  know your limitations! Or at least know your knowledge level.  I'm fairly sure I could learn HTML if I could be bothered, but I can't: There's far too much cake to eat.