A Free Day. And, You’re Welcome.

Let me have this moment, please. Let it be known that I am, indeed a “leapling.” I was born on February 29, 1980. Wrap you head around that. Don’t get Leap Year? Here, this should clear things up….

In color, that is why my birthday happens once every four years. Still don’t get it?

Well, here are a group of Senior Citizens known as “Seniors Against Leap Year” who are trying to abolish the day all together. A corporate conspiracy to get one more day out of the working man? Pandora’s Box? Comedy?

What else do you need to know about Leap Year? Well, there’s a song. Or so says Child Fun.

Leap Year Song(Tune of Bingo)
There was a year called Leap Year,
And February was its name-o,
L-E-A-P Y-E-A-R,
L-E-A-P Y-E-A-R,
L-E-A-P Y-E-A-R,
And February was its name-o.

Go ahead, sing that song to a Leap Year baby and see if they’re still your friend afterwards. Try it.

See, I’ve done a lot of research on this today and realized one thing; we are really a bunch of pricks. We have an “Honor Society,” which is for us an only us. Do you have one, March 3rd? We also have shirts…

Fuck you, April 16th!

Think of me, today. Me and the “about 4 million” other people born on this day. We’re pretty special. We’re also convinced we’re better than you! Happy Leap Day!

.el sway

Memories From the Road

Hello, folks. Ben here.

As you may recall from previous mentions on this fine blog, me and the wife were on vacation in California last week. And, in a few short hours, I will be leaving NYC once again, this time in order to attend a wedding in New Orleans.

All of this traveling has reminded me of a darkly hilarious/excruciating episode that I witnessed in the Louisville airport about three years ago. Let me now relay this anecdote to you.

I was in line at the security checkpoint, and the individual ahead of me was a teenager very much in a “punk” phase (tight black pants, spiked hair, band patches all over a denim jacket, etc). This anarchic-looking youngster put his bag on a conveyor belt, and as it went through the x-ray, security personnel thought they saw a small knife. So, the bag was removed, and one of the security guys started to rifle through it. The first thing he took out was a bag of cds, which he removed and set to the side. I glanced at the pile, and the first one on the stack was Leftover Crack’s “Fuck World Trade”. On the cover was a picture of the second airplane hitting the World Trade Center.