• Mood: chipper
• Music: Hugh Blumenfeld - Hugh's 30th Birthday Party

Happy equinox to all, and to all a good night.

I woke up this morning to an absolute deluge of birthday wishes, and I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you, everybody.

You know how to make a bear feel loved.

Happy birthday as well to cobirthdayites tinyfroglet, pjthompson, snurri, peake, teaphile, the Emancipation Prolamation, Frodo and Bilbo Baggins, Li Zicheng, Nick Cave, Joan Jett, Fay Weldon, Bulgaria, Mali, and the Peace Corps, and happy deathday to Capt. Nathan Hale, Shaka Zulu, and Snorri Sturluson, depending on your calendar and who you believe. (I think the correct date is Sept. 23, but what the hell.)

In 1598, Ben Jonson was indicted for manslaughter on this day. He plead literacy (technically, benefit of clergy), and was let off with a brand on his thumb. (I killed a man in Hogsden just to watch him die.) I've completely twisted the context and meaning of this event for my own purposes, of course.

Sorry, Ben.

ETA The thank you for birthday wishes was not intended to provoke more birthday wishes, mind, but thank you all all over again!

I'm 34. I officially feel old now. *g*