Life, Fannishness, and Thespic Infatuation

smalltwndreamer has been writing about her (and Jensen's) preference for even numbers. In the interest of fairness and equal time, I would like to point out the benefits of some favorite odd numbers.

13 . . . the age at which a boy or girl is bar or bat mitzvah. The first year of being a teenager (good for the kid, not necessarily for the parent. Heh.) The number of original American colonies. Also, a baker's dozen. (Dean always got the extra cookie.)

17 . . . inspires the singing of Rogers and Hammerstein music: "I am sixteen, going on seventeen . . . "

21 . . . old enough to drink. Legally. Also, the number that will win you a hand of black jack, regardless of the house.

25 . . . the age at which your auto insurance goes down. Also, a quarter of a century. Old enough that people might start taking you seriously. (Once upon a time, it would also buy you a stamp or a call on a pay phone.)

27 . . . just an awesome number. I really like it. I'm not sure if my b-day being on the 27th has anything to do with that or not.

29 . . . the year at which you can stop aging. Aunt J2 used to say that she was celebrating the X anniversary of her 29th b-day. (In Logan's Run, this begins your last year before Renewal, which makes 30 . . . not so good . . . )

31 . . . ah, yes. You've hit your prime.

33 . . . an excellent number. Double 3's. You can't really go wrong.

35 . . . You're definitely an adult . . . maybe . . .

37 . . . the combination of my two favorite numbers: 3 and 7. How can you go wrong? Also? You're once again in your prime.

(In many ways, I wish I'd spent my 30s . . . better. Thirties are awesome.)

Another benefit to odd numbers, you'll rarely have a tied vote (if you count abstentions as "no" votes).

I was born 1-27-69.

I graduated high school in 1987.

I graduated college on 5-11-91.

I got married on 11-11-95.

So, while even numbers are nice and symmetrical, let's hear it for Odds!

There are several entries I've been meaning to make. Maybe I'll get around to one of them this evening. In the meantime, life is all ( twitchy )

Prayer is much appreciated. God, grant me whatever it is I need to get through this, please?

In other news, I'm apparently really looking forward to the Numb3rs season premiere because I dreamed about it last night.

In light of today's date, I'd considered posting my thoughts on this the fifth anniversary of 9/11. But I got all contemplative and muddled and not really inclined to post such ponderings. So here instead is some extemporaneous fic. Which wasn't going to get posted either, but izhilzha did the ol' puppy dog eyes routine, so here it is.

Occasionally, characters just start talking and I start taking dictation. Usually it's Jim and Blair, as is the case here. Don and Charlie have only graced me with such random fic once, but that's another snippet for another time. Or not.

Here, then, is what arose when Sarah posed a version of the question: What would Jim and Blair say if they saw ( Numb3rs )

Disclaimer: This refers to no episode in particular, just cumulative observations I've made over the course of the show.