Last post on the conference, probably. I hung out yesterday with a hyperactive Hawaiian high-schooler. She had gone to the conference, and was kind of left-over here. So we're kind of talking, and she says "So what are you, 30?"
"What? You mean, my age?"
Nothing against 30-year-olds. I know some cool 30-somethings. That's not the problem. The problem is that I'm 22. . . .
To get back at her, I guessed her age was 13. That'll learn those kids.
Thirty . . .