From Wikipedia:
…a square number, being 5^2 = 5 × 5, and it is also the sum of two squares, 3^2 + 4^2, often used in demonstrations of the Pythagorean theorem. It is the smallest square that is also a sum of two squares. 25 is a centered octagonal number and an automorphic number.
It is the first/smallest base 10 Friedman number as it can be expressed by its own numbers: 52.
It is also a Cullen number. 25 is the smallest pseudoprime satisfying the congruence 7^n = 7 mod n. It is also a Somer-Lucas pseudoprime based on 6.
25 is the cut-off age when one can run for a position to the U.S. House of Representatives.
The 25th Ammendment clarifies and more fully establishes the Presidential succession.
In 1925, Mussolini proclaimed himself dictator of Italy, and the Scopes Monkey Trial started to a breathless nation.
As of today, I am now 25 years old, one-quarter century.
And really? Any of the crap proceeding this paragraph means a little bit of jack and a whole lot of shit to me, except in a “that’s interesting” academic standpoint.
Because, really, the only reason I’ve been looking forward to this birthday is because my insurance rates have dropped. Insert w00t or other Internet slang here.
If the past year is any indication, don’t expect to see a whole lot here, as apparently I’ve forgotten how to write, and tacking on another year to my age probably won’t change that much.
And, to kick off 25 in grand, Kevin style, I present to you the lyrics of this year’s theme song:
“Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope,
For a destination.
And I realized quickly when I knew I should,
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man,
For whatever that means.And so I cry sometimes
When I’m lying in bed,
Just to get it all out,
What’s in my head.And I am feeling a little peculiar.
And so I wake in the morning and I step outside,
And I take a deep breath and I get real high,
And I scream at the top of my lungs:What’s Going On?
And I try, oh my god, do I try…
I try all the time, in this institution.
And I pray, oh my god, do I pray…
I pray every single day,
For a revolution…And so I wake in the morning and I step outside,
And I take a deep breath and I get real high,
And I scream at the top of my lungs:What’s Going On?”*
Yeah, that’s about right.
As always, here’s a toast to all those who hear me all to well…
*- lyrics from “What’s Up” by 4 Non Blondes.
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