If it’s your 30th or 54th birthday today, then the date is also a binary representation of your age, depending on whether you write it 11/1/10 or 11/01/10. So, anyone born on the 11th January 1980 or 1956 gets to feel pretty awesome right about now. I’m only 11010 in binary, which doesn’t quite work. But it’s still my birthday.
I can’t think of much of interest to note about the number 26. I’m no longer a square, and won’t be one again for another ten years. And this time next year, I’ll be a cube for the first time since my brother’s been able to talk. But right now, I’m between the two. Twenty-six. I’m a full alphabet. I am Iron
Enough of this. Dinner time.