Out of the Pink Sky: Birthdays are Nature's Way of Telling Us to Eat More Cake

Ah, I'm turning 35 today. Can I stop here, at 35? I think I'm done getting older. Mentally, I think I'm more like 12 sometimes.

On a different topic, I spent most of yesterday creeping myself out by reading up on number stations. I'd never heard of them before, but they're both extremely interesting and incredibly eerie to me. Hell, I even had the old shortwave radio out tonight poking around in a vain attempt to find one of these mysterious transmissions. Number stations generally operate on shortwave radio and consist of recordings that play, on the hour or half hour, dictated number sequences interspersed with odd music clips or repetitive tonal noises. The general background noises of static, whistles, tones, and morse code-like beeps gives these recordings an extra dose of creepiness. These stations have been operating for decades, in multiple languages, but noone will confess to being responsible for them. Efforts to triangulate their locations have been met with defeat as they appear to frequently move locations. There are several theories as to what they are, but the most likely explanation is that they are governments communicating with spies abroad. They kind of remind me of the phone calls I would occasionally get at my previous phone number at 3 or 4 in the morning. I'd pick up and be met with quiet static and the distant sound of repetitive beeping. *shudder* Man, now I gotta go try to sleep, in the dark, while being totally creeped out....

Find out more about number stations:
Damn Interesting
Wikipedia
The Conet Project - recordings of number stations