And the truth is that I'm getting old, year by year. On the bright side, though, birthday presents! The perfect glasses for making a dramatic point with. A homemade lizard/stegasaur cross stuffed with unspecified unchildsafe items. A glassy beaded crawling lizard with a harpwire ribcage. Oh, and a nodding unicorn. Yes, like a nodding dog, but a unicorn. Thank you so much, little "I might ring you when I get back from Dubrovnik" sister.
Good party, though. It went on for the rest of the weekend while I went to a progressively less wee local festival and had a really very nice time. I'll talk about that in a bit, I expect.
If you're wondering about why you didn't know about the party, well ... my computer woes trashed my email address book and I put out my invite as a BCC from a yahoo address. Probably unwisely, in restrospect. All those in favour of me having a 33⅓ birthday party with a bit more bloody notice now say aye.
God, the spamfall is creative today. I just got one called "Nveer Seen Huge Sized Sncees" ... it's beginning to veer from bad spelling into a new langage. Spam from Seuss. Inside it isn't much better: "Have at you! Mind Bolwing Quality Crystal Clear Dwlnooadable Video The disntetcnoed man finds no easy chair. The greatset things are acompclished by individual ppoele, not by cmomittees or cmopanies. Minreva save us form the cloying syrup of ceorcive cmopassion! Q'onk chipena childes 9 fThalia B Galu i daLanAppa".
Whoever can tell me which fetish this video-hawker is trying to sell me wins ... oh, I dont know. A lollipop. Acclaim. Marks & Spencers cartoon pants.