So today is my birthday and, no, I don't talk about the number although, if you read this blog, you can pretty much work it out for yourself. But I figure, I work in Hollywood, why make it easy for anybody? For a clue, consult the picture to the left for style references from an earlier birthday party... the hair itself is a precursor to Ed Grimley which is itself a precursor to... never mind...
For years, I got a collection of cards every year from all kinds of people. Then it dwindled down to family and a few close friends. Eventually, even my family stopped giving me a card.
Now I'm getting cards again but they're all coming from computers. Apparently, my birthday pops up on people's contact list, they send out an e-card and my mailbox gets some action. Some of them are really, really clever and funny. And, frankly, they're more environmentally friendly than even a recycled card so that's all good.
Now the only real, physical cards I get are signed by my stockbroker's office where everyone on the staff signs them. As soon as the edict about being more "green" comes down from corporate, I'm sure those will stop soon.
