birthdays

As always, I am most grateful; on my birthday for having made it largely intact to another birthday.

It was even nice enough for me to go out in a t-shirt and shorts, possibly the last time I will do that this year without questioning my sanity or prepping for a polar bear swim in January (the forecast promises mostly sunny and 23ºC a week from now, but the weather in the second half of September can change in a whimsical and abrupt manner).

I thought it might be cute to buy a cupcake and put a single candle on it (mostly to take a picture of it), but Save-On Foods sadly was only selling a half-dozen of aggressively overdecorated cupcakes. I might have settled for a chocolate muffin instead, but they had none of those, either. I came home instead and, as the kids say, had a sad. I also made bread, which was yummy.

Part of me still wants to go out and find something, but I think the “it’s your birthday, just laze around and very slowly burn calories” part will probably win.

So here’s an image I found on the internet instead. I searched for “sad birthday cupcake.”

And here’s the image in its original context on flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/chlorophonia/6259698224

Today is my birthday.

I celebrated by drinking an entire carton of eggnog.

Just kidding. The Save On Foods nearby isn’t selling eggnog for at least a few more days.

Instead I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, other than being treated to a nice dinner out by Jeff. The day was gray and wet and cool, like a fall day, except it’s technically still summer.

Tomorrow is supposed to be warmer and sunnier. It figures.

On the plus side, I’m still around and kicking and complaining, so there’s that.

And now, a birthday haiku:

Another year gone
A little less hair for me
Better bald than dead

Today was my birthday. Birthdays are odd, because you’re essentially celebrating moving one year closer to death. Mind you, that’s better than actually being dead, so there’s that. Unless being dead is secretly cool and all the dead people are keeping it to themselves.

Anyway, a co-worker of mine brought a donut cake of sorts to me while I worked on the service desk today. It was massive and about 5,000 calories and I could not eat all of it. But here’s a picture of it sitting on the corner of my desk:

I consumed the top donut, as Boston Cream is my favorite, but could only make a small dent in the apple fritter below (my second favorite–how did they know?)

It was delicious and unexpected and nice. I also got treated to dinner, received a gift card for more books, and got a back scratch and tummy rub. Everything but the donuts was from my partner, not my co-worker. A belly rub from my co-worker would either be terribly awkward or proof that I had slipped into a parallel dimension where such displays are considered normal, possibly even expected.

In all, it was a good ending to what was otherwise a grossbuckets day at work due to ongoing staff shortages/absences/alien abductions. Tomorrow it will just be grossbuckets again.

On September 1st I received the following in an email:

It’s a birthday wish from Xbox. It’s nice of them to think of me.

My birthday is September 19th.

This made me wonder–since they got the month right, do they just send a mass of email out twelve times a year at the start of each month that covers every birthday for that month? If so, why? Is it a money-saving measure? Email has to be cheap, I’m inundated with it all the time.

Or did they really send it nearly three weeks before my actual birthday by mistake?

Anyway, it’s a cute dog, so thanks Mr. Xbox for the kind-of-early birthday wish!

It’s birthday time again and once more my reaction is “meh.”

Highlights of the day:

• rain for most of the day. It’s barely rained the last five months.
• a massive headache
• napping for about three hours because of said massive headache
• shuffling around the condo
• not writing
• not reading
• not getting to kill that stupid spider in WoW because Blizzard has jammed players from 500 servers into one, resulting in newbie areas having a population density similar to Mexico City
• feta-stuffed olives

The last item on that list is an actual highlight. Feta-stuffed olives, mmm.

All told, I continue to not particularly care about marking birthdays so the non-event nature of today’s doesn’t really bother me. I could have done without the headache and rain, though.

Today is my birthday.

The good: celebrating it with a loving partner, getting a nice present and eating a couple of apple fritters.

The bad: getting older.

The bad is also part of the good, as the alternative is a lot worse.

I turned 46 today.

I did nothing of note, as is my usual way on birthdays.

The weather was mild but a mixed bag of sun and showers.

That is all.

I don’t complain about birthdays because not having one is much worse than having one. Today is my birthday.

I believe I am at the point now where it is recommend to represent the years on the cake via numbers than through actual candles, to reduce the risk of fire. I console myself by noting I’m in way better shape that when I was 25. Slightly more stylish, too.

I celebrated my birthday by going downtown at noon to the anti-HST rally at Canada Place. I’ll elaborate on that more in a separate post. For now, I will mark my past year on the planet with cake-eating pig. Hooray!