18 December 2007
BIRTHDAY (I WOULD LIKE YOU TO DANCE)
Yet another 365 days have gone by without my death. Therefore, you should shower me with love and presents. Or something.
8 comments:
Just a few rules so that everybody can have fun: ad hominem attacks on the blogger are fair; ad hominem attacks on other commenters will be deleted. And I will absolutely not stand for anything that is, in my judgment, demeaning, insulting or hateful to any gender, ethnicity, sexual orientation, or religion. And though I won't insist on keeping politics out, let's think long and hard before we say anything particularly inflammatory.
Also, sorry about the whole "must be a registered user" thing, but I do deeply hate to get spam, and I refuse to take on the totalitarian mantle of moderating comments, and I am much too lazy to try to migrate over to a better comments system than the one that comes pre-loaded with Blogger.
Frantic adoration! Desperate exultation! A flagrant and pathetic display of overcompensating affection!
ReplyDeleteAlso, I note my great displeasure that you have not quoted Sweeney here. I know, it's your life, not a movie, so Beatles, etc. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteyay! no death! happy birthday!!
ReplyDeleteYou're barking mad. The years no doubt changed you. Happy birthday.
ReplyDeleteTHAT would have done it perfectly! Genius, Jack.
ReplyDeleteTim, your every birthday is a delightfully raised middle finger to cancer. Happy birthday, good sir.
ReplyDeleteTo be perfectly prosaic about it, many happy returns.
ReplyDeleteKeeping it simple: Happy birthday, Tim.
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