Birthdays and other business

Yesterday my husband turned 30, which means for the next two and a half months our ages will be six years apart instead of five. :P When we met, I was 19 and he was 24, but we've been in the same decade for a few years. It's faintly amusing to think of myself married to a thirty-something. Honestly, I seldom feel any age difference between us; I never had. Now if we had met when I was five and he was ten...

So we thought it would be fun to rent and watch Logan's Run to commemorate his turning 30. Funnily enough, it was made the same year as his birth, so the movie also celebrated its 30th birthday this year. My husband saw it a long time ago, but I'd never seen it, though I knew the basic plot. It was fun, albeit bearnig its share of 70s style cheesiness. Random, gratuitous bits of nudity as well, but otherwise I enjoyed it. I'm always up for a little post-apocalyptic dystopia. There's something poignant about a culture without history; in fact that's what I'm dealing with in my own original novels. Oh, and the old nutter with swarms of cats was lots of fun. My husband and I have been saying "Oh, my..." to each other, in his silly little voice, all day today.