Well, somebody has to say it. Yes, I turn timeless today. And so though it's a 12-hour day at PCS and though I'm still drowning in a constant stream of internally produced PUS (that's right, thank you), I will still strive to celebrate the me of me all day today.
The illustration on the left is from an ancient Incredible String Band anthology entitled Relics. That seemed apropos for my 75th solar return.
No need to send presents, but psychic flashes of all kinds would be most welcome.
13 comments:
No! You can't be...!
Well, happy birthday, ageless one. Just remember, despite years of unrelenting debauchery, you still look tons better than this guy:
http://www.govindagallery.com/pages/exhibitions/seliger_05/seliger_gallery/pages/mick_jagger.html
Cheers,
Steve
P.S.: Get well.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DR. PHUN!!! An order of Pigeon coming right up...I've left it on your desk. You better hurry...it's starting to smell and Rue desperately wants to eat it.
Happy birthday Mead (and many more)! Thanks for visiting my blog last night, too, even if I can't figure out what you meant by "southern exposure"...
Wish I could see "Cabaret"!
Happy Birthday! No one should be drowning in PUS on their birthday, but certainly there are worse things in life... and hey you're still here. And for that we are all happy!
From Carol Ann
Happy birthday, Mead!
By the way, my anti-spam word is "roooowr." Seems serendipitous.
happy birthday, fair mr. hunter. may this year bring you all sorts of fun and joy and creativity and love and all...
(and sorry, i'm a day late!)
my best to you:
jam.es
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Did you get your birthday spanking? If not I would be more than willing.
HUGS
Happy Birthday! I hope you're having the best of health! / Breithlá shona duit, agus ta suil agam go bhfuil tu i mbarr na slainte.
Happy Birthday, Mr. Mead!
The downside of my sporadic blogging these days is now I've missed your birthday and thus must make up for it with a belated birthday dance.
*dance*
*dance*
*dance*
And there you go. Free of charge. And as I, like Tina, am a dancer for money, that is no. Small. Gift.
Happy...75th? Really?!
Ah, you will have to sift through the spam-ridden tag board to solve the mystery of the ageless Dr Fun....
mead-a-licious.
your friend from times gone bye in la here, tracy
happy birthday mead.
tw
glowing amber leaves / chilly breeze and autumn skies / sweet potato fries
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