Housekeeping, and a Birthday update!

First off, a few announcements:

1) In an effort to write regularly, I'll be doing two regular bits a week -- my always-disappointing "3 Things I Dig (this week)" on Sundays (that's today!), and a new(er), more ranty feature, which is tentatively called "Vignettes From the Edge of Sanity" on Thursdays, and will predominately feature crazy stuff that happens to me personally at work. In other words: if you read this, and you happen to work with me, reading the Thursday will be a high-risk, high-reward venture, hilarious and depressing at the same time. Again, I'll try and be as consistent with this as possible (more for me than for you, trust me), and you can all feel free to yell at me if I fail in this epically simple task.

2) The other bits of this blog will be, basically, one-off rants and philosophical musings which, I'm warning you now, may not be of interest to anyone. Suggestions for rants and general comments, as always, are welcome.



Now, on to the meat of the matter. When I wrote my "26 things I want (but won't get) for my birthday," I honestly expected to get none of those things on my list. Instead, I was treated to an array of prospective hits (Mom's comment about getting a bike!), actual hits (up to 12 followers! Woo!), and near misses (Did I say "Nick Clegg: Prime Minister"? I could have sworn I said "Nick Clegg: Deputy Prime Minister in a Lib-Con coalition government"). But nothing -- NOTHING -- will be better than this:

I asked for a bitchin' cake, and I'll be damned if I didn't get a bitchin' cake. My buddy Jenny made this for me on Thursday (a bit early, admittedly, but that was due more to miscommunication between her and her boyfriend than anything else), and we collectively dug in last night. Yes, kids, that's a Guinness-chocolate cake under that home-made fondant and epic lettering.

Needless to say, I was thrilled. And shut up about the hair.

Leaving aside the mind-blowing thought that someone cared enough to put in that much of an effort for my sake, the cake itself was crazy-tasty, and we even have photo evidence of the cake win (see above -- obviously).

So, I say publicly, for all the internets to hear through their mutant tube-ears: thanks, Jenny! It was great -- but I will say this: I say nothing will beat it, but if I get an eigenharp, all bets are off. I hope you understand.