100000

That's right folks. I've grown up a bit. I'm now 100000-years old. It's quite a monumental achievement. For the last 16 years, I've been languishing in five-digit territory but now I'm getting serious. I've got thirty-two years of six-digit ages to go through now. I may not live to see another digit and if I do, my children won't be living at home anymore (we hope).

It's the beginning of a new era.

Helpful information for the confused

For those of you who are utterly and totally confused, let me explain.

In the binary counting system -- the system of ones and zeros that computers use -- the number 32 is represented as 100000.

It works like this:

*	32	16	8	4	2	1
7				1	1	1
8			1	0	0	0
15			1	1	1	1
16		1	0	0	0	0
31		1	1	1	1	1
32	1	0	0	0	0	0

Going from right to left, a binary number increases in degree by 2 (just like decimal numbers increase in degree by 10). When you reach 32 (the age I'm at now), it takes six digits to represent the number in binary.

Okay, back to the Fozzolog.

How did I celebrate by 100000th birthday? By filling a 44-ounce cup with vomit... My own vomit.

You might read that to mean that I went on a drinking binge or something like that, but that's not what happened. I just happened to get a stomach virus or something. It effectively ruined the day I was hoping to spend with my family in recognition of my clearing the six-digit threshold.

My mom gave me some denim shorts, though. That's cool. Thanks mom!

So, here's to another 100000 years of Fozzolog!