Usurped!

Type my name into Google, and I used to be the very first link that came up. I've just discovered, however, that my spot of distinction has been taken over. How creepy is it to click on your name and be taken to an "in memory of" site? Very! Especially with the epitaph "Forever 21" ...to see that on an actual memorial? Kind of morbid, in some way. (For those who don't know, I decided to stop aging at 21).

Actually, it's kind of neat to see my web presence slowly disappear (finally that horrid photo doesn't come up any more!) Well, my web presence under my real name. The very fact that anyone is (assumedly) reading this I guess means I'm still present. Just hidden so new co-workers can no longer find horrible old pictures of me from 9 years ago.

Ash Wednesday

An Irishman walks into a bar and orders three glasses of Guiness, drinking them one at a time. Noticing this odd ritual, the bartender explains that the beer goes flat when poured and informs the man his beer would be much fresher if he ordered one glass at a time.
The Irishman explains he began this custom with his two brothers, who have moved to America and Australia, respectively. This is their way of remembering all the time they spent drinking together.
The man becomes a regular at the pub, well-known for always ordering three beers at once. One day he walks in and orders only two beers. Assuming the worst, a hush falls among other patrons.
When the Irishman returns to the bar to order his second round, the bartender quietly offers his condolences. The man looks confused for a moment, and then explains, "No, everyone's fine. I gave up beer for lent."

Puzzle-riffic!