LJ: Mood? Accomplished, bizatch!

I've finally broken this months' long log-jam I've been having in my brain, this preternatural mental block I've been having toward the whole concept of scripting code. Not only did I finally get my home-spun guestbook working (Perl), which will be up on the company's website very soon, I also managed to write and debug on my own this little Javascript thing that's now on my web site. It's a simple little thing that tells me (and anyone else, really) how many days I've been alive. It sounds amazingly simple, and it is, but for me to finally wrap my head around the whole concept of scripting - me, the dyed-in-the-wool, right-brained, illogical-to-the-teeth Mac guy who gets itchy when he sees source code - well, that's the real accomplishment.

I have this weird, non-sexual fetish for numbers. I once spent $700 on a two-year magazine subscription to Billboard because I love looking at charts (and nobody has more charts than they!). When I was really young, my parents would put me to bed, and some nights I would scream and cry for no apparent reason... until, that is, my dad figured out that I wanted the numbers on my little alphabet blocks face-up when I went to bed. I now maintain a spreadsheet that has the daily closing values of the Dow Jones Industrial Average going back to the very first day of trading on May 26, 1896. But this one number - the number of days I've been alive - is the one number I want access to more than any other. I want a watch that will display it. I want it on a little window that's always open on my Palm pilot. I want it in my taskbar. Is that too much to ask?

Oh, and fhqwhgads.