Hit Parade
Sep. 16th, 2008 03:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodyrosemccoyAnn Bradstreet Day
Mayflower Day
Women's Friendship Day
UN International Day for the Preservation of the Ozone Layer
Anniversary - General Motors (100 years)
Anniversary - Old Ironsides Saved by Poem
Cherokee Strip Day (Ok)
Independence Day (Mexico)
Independence Day (Papua New Guinea)
Some of y’all know this already, but my birthday is International Talk Like A Pirate Day. The day reserved for celebrating my inclusion in this life is now also a cheap silly holiday in which people dress in silly costume and talk like a cultural icon that has been highly bastardized from its original, brutish source into a bright cheery symbol of fun.
I am totally all for this. I love me some pirates. Before this happened my birthday was a boring one, with the only historical connections being that at some point on a September 19 a pair of hicks got probed by space aliens. So this is an improvement.
Not that nothing has ever happened to me on my birthday! Sure, I quit having birthday parties early on because I realized they weren’t actually very fun, and sure my Super Sweet Sixteen was spent passed out on the couch with a heavy cold, but sometimes stuff just happens. Like the time my friend gave me a pair of little froggies in a bowl for my ninth birthday—we had those little dudes for years. Or my fifteenth birthday, which featured the lecture Girls! Don’t Have Sex Or You Will Give Birth To Horrible Cyclops Babies.* And there was the Indian Ocean hike on my twenty-second.**
This year, I am planning to be either at the Monterey Bay Aquarium, or, if not there specifically, then at least somewhere awesome in Southern California, since tomorrow we leave to take my little sister to school. So if I’m not around Friday, I suggest you hoist a cup of grog and say a yo-ho for me anyway, because it’s always nice to be remembered.
*Replete with visual aid: a jar of formaldehyde hosting an illustrative cycloptic lamb head. For the record, I believe the lecture was ostensibly on poisonous plants.
Other weird lectures I have heard: Vegetables Are Delicious And Ganesh Invented The Internet; I Am A Magic Face-Reader And So Can You!; Rainbows And Worms Are Interconnected Because Of Quantum; and Squatting: The Only Proper Way To Poop.
**This was also the day on which I observed the most enthusiasm I have ever seen for birthday cake, which was exhibited by two grown men. The academic directors would buy each student a birthday cake—those guys were so sweet—and in this case they were very, very excited to give it to me because it happened to be Ramadan, and the moment evening prayer was over they were in my room going, “We have a surprise for you down in the kitchen! YOU SHOULD GO TAKE A LOOK AT IT RIGHT NOW!”
Mayflower Day
Women's Friendship Day
UN International Day for the Preservation of the Ozone Layer
Anniversary - General Motors (100 years)
Anniversary - Old Ironsides Saved by Poem
Cherokee Strip Day (Ok)
Independence Day (Mexico)
Independence Day (Papua New Guinea)
Some of y’all know this already, but my birthday is International Talk Like A Pirate Day. The day reserved for celebrating my inclusion in this life is now also a cheap silly holiday in which people dress in silly costume and talk like a cultural icon that has been highly bastardized from its original, brutish source into a bright cheery symbol of fun.
I am totally all for this. I love me some pirates. Before this happened my birthday was a boring one, with the only historical connections being that at some point on a September 19 a pair of hicks got probed by space aliens. So this is an improvement.
Not that nothing has ever happened to me on my birthday! Sure, I quit having birthday parties early on because I realized they weren’t actually very fun, and sure my Super Sweet Sixteen was spent passed out on the couch with a heavy cold, but sometimes stuff just happens. Like the time my friend gave me a pair of little froggies in a bowl for my ninth birthday—we had those little dudes for years. Or my fifteenth birthday, which featured the lecture Girls! Don’t Have Sex Or You Will Give Birth To Horrible Cyclops Babies.* And there was the Indian Ocean hike on my twenty-second.**
This year, I am planning to be either at the Monterey Bay Aquarium, or, if not there specifically, then at least somewhere awesome in Southern California, since tomorrow we leave to take my little sister to school. So if I’m not around Friday, I suggest you hoist a cup of grog and say a yo-ho for me anyway, because it’s always nice to be remembered.
*Replete with visual aid: a jar of formaldehyde hosting an illustrative cycloptic lamb head. For the record, I believe the lecture was ostensibly on poisonous plants.
Other weird lectures I have heard: Vegetables Are Delicious And Ganesh Invented The Internet; I Am A Magic Face-Reader And So Can You!; Rainbows And Worms Are Interconnected Because Of Quantum; and Squatting: The Only Proper Way To Poop.
**This was also the day on which I observed the most enthusiasm I have ever seen for birthday cake, which was exhibited by two grown men. The academic directors would buy each student a birthday cake—those guys were so sweet—and in this case they were very, very excited to give it to me because it happened to be Ramadan, and the moment evening prayer was over they were in my room going, “We have a surprise for you down in the kitchen! YOU SHOULD GO TAKE A LOOK AT IT RIGHT NOW!”
