Giftwise, my birthday party was ne plus sweet. I got a flask full of Irish moonshine and a Braille issue of Playboy, which will be a comfort to me when I drink myself blind. Also received some D&D figs -- the rare Voracious Ice Devil has already slotted himself into an upcoming encounter -- and a cute little box of wine, and a Poopa Troopa, who I am going to seal in Lucite for personal reasons.

Morgan and Scopp rocked the youtube some, as they are wont to do, and I saw

for (I think) the first time.

(actually, maybe not the first time -- because waiting on a hillside for a spaceship to drop off a sweetie does seem like an accurate forecast of my teenage years, so perhaps I assimilated this video young and was just acting it out in high school.)

Also, J. took a picture of me at the last party. It showcases my two three best features, so thanks man.

I love my friends. Getting older ain't so bad when you do it in good company.