It's my birthday

So I turned 34 today. I don't feel 34, not by any means. The years are ticking over far too fast. I can't keep up.

I'm going out to lunch with Dad, and then out to dinner at Il Casino with Rose.

I've long been enamoured of the idea that UFOs are agents of advanced socialist alien societies. It's all there in Marx: if capitalism is only a stage in the inevitable development towards socialism, then a technologically advanced civilisation capable of sending UFOs must necessarily be socialist. Ken MacLeod provides a link to where the idea seems to have originated. Brilliant.