“It is my birthday! Go buy my books. It is my birthday! Review my books. It is my birthday…”

Yes, that’s meant to be sung. Offer up praises to what deity or higher power you follow that you did not see the little seated dance that I performed while writing the song lyrics above. Some things, once seen, may not be unseen.

Happy birthday to me!

Nothing planned for today, because schedules. The birthday bar visit was last Saturday, and cake tomorrow because bespoke cakes take time to make. So no worries on either front.

As to what to get me for my birthday, well, that’s easy: buy one of my books. It’s the kind of gift where we both benefit! Besides, depending on what you buy it’ll be cheaper than a card.

Vector image of an koala bear design on white background

Today went well!

It’s my birthday, so I largely ate well and lazed about. Oh, and cleaned the kitchen because I didn’t want to spend the whole day lazing about. It’s weird, what becomes ‘fun’ when you get to be my age. I also got details on artwork for future products, so I even did a vague amount of work. that’s always nice.

Regular posting resumes tomorrow.

Not a bad birthday.

All things considered, very much including the minor detail that we’re in the middle of a pandemic and there was nowhere for me to go. But my family did a video call, and there was cake, and the book cover’s finalized (you can see a lower-res version on my Patreon), so all in all: not a bad day. And fortunately I don’t feel that much different, which is nice.

Taking it easy for my birthday weekend.

My birthday is, in fact, tomorrow. There was to be a party at a clubhouse with cake and beer and people ribbing me about becoming fifty, but then all of… :waving: …this happened and we’re back down to cake. This isn’t a whine or anything, because I wrote all of that without coughing once and that’s something that far too many people can’t manage right now. “At least I have my health” isn’t just a commonplace sentiment at the moment; it’s a heartfelt sigh of relief.

So I’m just gonna hang loose this weekend. Seems smart.

So, good birthday night out.

Went to an excellent Italian place*, had some beef medallions, then consumed an eclair half the size of my head.  Which wasn’t actually the plan.  You see, I know what eclairs are: they’re pastry tubes filled with sweet creamy filling and covered in chocolate, then kept in the fridge at about a degree above freezing before they’re put on your plates.  This is a lot tastier than it looks, at least if you have NJ taste buds.  Which I do, so we’re good, right?

Anyway, this thing was a dark chocolate and strawberry and whipped cream explosion that absolutely couldn’t be eaten with your hands.  Heck, I could barely eat it with a fork.  Tasty, though. Continue reading So, good birthday night out.

Wife’s birthday today!

…So I had to go put on big-person clothes.  Seriously, I am one of those White People who Likes Shorts:  I am happy to run around Maryland all summer in cargo shorts and a t-shirt, because this is America.  But it’s also my wife’s birthday, and when I casually brought up how we were dressing to go to dinner it was clear that today’s Let’s dress like a cleaned-up hobo! look just wasn’t gonna fly.

Mind you, I’m just wearing blue jeans and a shirt with long sleeves.  Then again, it’s Maryland in July.  This is a bit of a torment for me.