Excuse Me While I Celebrate!
OK… fess up.
Who else has suffered through life with a birthday a week before Christmas?
It really sucks when Aunt Edna combines the two “special days” into one. The topper is she, along with others, miss both days. Your only gift is given 3 days after your birthday and 4 days before Christmas.
Happy In-Between Day! And no, Hallmark doesn’t make a card for the occasion, I always had to bust out the crayolas and make my own.
None-the-less I’m off to celebrate. As befitting my over-inflated ego my “Birthday Cake” is pictured above. Appropriate yes, over-inflated and full of hot air?
Along with that self generated “present” is the knowledge I trailed the Sports Blog field in the Weblog Awards. Finishing tenth in a field of ten is a win in my book. My vote total is better than 50 other blogs in the category that never made it to the finals.
It’s also a win because auto racing, whether in the blogosphere or in the MSM, always get the short end of the stick. So I’m honored to have made it as far as I did and thank all those that supported the effort.
While on the subject of the blogosphere, I have to say a very large thank you to Time Magazine for my final “birthday present.”
Time has named me as its Person of the Year, honest!
Although I have to share the award, with you, you and you over there that pound your keyboard in your pajamas. And you, for “working for nothing and beating the pros at their own game, TIME’s Person of the Year for 2006 is you,” social networks and blogs.
So happy birthday to me and congrats to you, you and you for being named Person of the Year.
On the other hand Time’s selections of the past have left something to be desired. 1988 it was the “Endangered Earth,” we’re still here last I checked. Following that choice was a whos who of “who the hell are they talking about”: 1996 (David Ho), 1997 (Andy Grove), 1999 (Jeffrey Bezos), and one complete suck-up choice in 1991 (Ted Turner).
So maybe I won’t celebrate my… err… our selection as Person of the Year. I’ll just get high on a tenth place finish and about a dozen San Migs.
Well firstly Happy B’day you old codger.
As Time’s selection of man of the year & some of the names you mentioned.
Weeeeeeeeelllllll let’s just put it this way, sometimes Time hits the target & sometimes they miss by a country mile. Was it 35 or 36 when Time gave it to whatshisname? That Austrian wallpaper hanger with the Charlie Chaplin moustache.
Interesting bit of Turner related trivia, after years of incarceration in Hanoi as POW’s, when returning airman got back to the states almost everyone of them asked the same question, first thing off the plane. “Is Jane Fonda in jail?”
Anyway, many happy returns & have a VB or three for me.
36 was the wallpaper hanger’s “year.”
Which probably made Mad Max’s father happy as a clam.
Happy birthday! Hey, I voted for you a couple of times. I kind of feel like a Democrat for doing it.
Hey marc, I see the gods of cyberspace have a sense of humour. The flag on your signature is a French Tri colour.