Tuesday, October 06, 2009
The Cyborg Gets Older
Today is apparently my birthday. Who knew? Celebrations are not necessary, though inevitable, I suppose. Special points to those who can offer a violent critique of my person on this most auspicious day.
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Birthdays are more sign posts on a path than stop signs.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday, enjoy your next year of existence.
Happy Birthday, Shaun!
ReplyDeleteUm. Violent critiques? GET A JOB, HIPPY!!!
I'm sorry, that's the best I can do. ;)
Anon: I will try.
ReplyDeleteJordan: I have a job. I teach, fool. You get a job, Mr. Goes to Clarion...:P
Lol.
ReplyDeleteIt's "Clarion West"!!! And luckily I >still< had a job when I came back. Unlike some, unfortunately...
Well I was actually writing a story that was half violent critique of your character, and half silly fun, but then PEOPLE STOLE MY BRAIN. So instead you get this comment.
ReplyDeleteDamn, if I had known it was your birthday I would have rustled up something special! Hope you have a great day!
ReplyDeleteJordan: Now you're just talking semantics, Mr.
ReplyDeleteEllira: Well, that figures.
Alex: No, yesterday was terrible.