This is it. I've hit the big Three Oh – my 30th rant of 2007. A good time, I believe, to reflect on what has gone before. Looking back, how fondly I recall that callow, bright-eyed, eager-to-please fellow who pledged to write a rant every week. So far, so good. But the Grand Canyon still beckons, and if I keep doing yardwork with a machete, the guy I kill may yet turn out to be me. And the bitchin' mustache? It's been and gone. Seriously, I looked like the hideous bastard lovechild of Dennis Franz and James Carville.