HBD to me
If nobody else is going to say it. Sheesh…
BTW – the clapping is for Jeremy’s excellent piano rendition of Happy Birthday. Crystalline presents the cake while the River Horse himself snaps the picture after producing an amazing dinner.
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Looks like a delightful evening! And a VERY Happy Birthday to YOU!
Comment on February 6, 2013 @ 11:50 am
HBD in deed – time for a slog!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Comment on February 6, 2013 @ 12:08 pm
Didn’t know – so thanks for posting and HBD2U
Comment on February 6, 2013 @ 1:30 pm
Byronius leaves out all the important stuff.
Comment on February 6, 2013 @ 1:41 pm
It’s so funny — I had the same thought I have EVERY SINGLE YEAR on February 5th — ‘It’s Max’s birthday’ — and then the corollary — ‘No, it’s 5/2, isn’t it?’, and then “Perhaps it’s 3/5? 5/3? 3/2?”, and then lastly ‘he’ll let me know, I’m sure.’
And so now you are 22 inside and all growed up.
Time for the army.
I have date dyslexia something awful, so sorry.
Happy Fucking Birthday, Elefant.
Comment on February 6, 2013 @ 8:27 pm
PS: See if you remember anything at all about this — it’s really hazy for me. Who the fuck is playing guitar? Is that who I think it is? WTF is this?
Comment on February 6, 2013 @ 8:44 pm
That, my friend, is the last song ever recorded by the Brickbats. It was several months after the night of darkness, when JGW stopped by the Sheephouse in a brief window of relative goodwill and we pulled that little jam out of the ether. I recall he even credited me with composing an almost reasonable bass line that didn’t entirely destroy the song. I do hear a typical number of egregious flubs, but I liked the general feel of it. A classic indeed.
Comment on February 6, 2013 @ 9:40 pm
I like that song. Happy birthday Maximus Rex.
Comment on February 6, 2013 @ 9:53 pm
What with the great concert I saw Sunday night, the fabulous dinner last night, the ongoing good vibes, and a very special Saturday coming up, it’s a very celebratory week. Plus I get my sutures out on Friday and start PT. That might be the best news of all.
Comment on February 6, 2013 @ 10:34 pm
Holy shit! You’re right!
What’s this ‘PT’ you’re starting? Phencyclidine Therapy? You’re going to start up the Angel Dust again?
I am of course to be the joking. Unless, of course, you are serious about the Dust. In which case, I must participate, and we must then do the Crimes.
Comment on February 6, 2013 @ 11:31 pm
Physical Therapy
Comment on February 7, 2013 @ 6:41 am
Oh, so you’re an Old Person now.
We could still do some crimes, might perk you up –
I remember when we used to do crimes all the time. It seemed you were always on the run from the authorities.
Now, you’re just on the run from old songs detailing uncomfortable parts of your past.
Ah, old songs. Songs about crimes.
Comment on February 7, 2013 @ 7:32 am
I believe the term is “middle-aged” and that’s freakin’ bad enough thank you very much.
I’d love to do some crimes but my therapist has gone and made my most chronically criminal behavior legal. The only other crimes left simply yield annoyance, if not outright suffering. I’ll have to content myself with just being occasionally weird.
Comment on February 7, 2013 @ 9:49 am
Re: Comment #4 and dyslexia, the lady holding the cake in the photo has a BD on 5/2. One of the universe’s more mystical patterns, I guess . . .
Comment on February 7, 2013 @ 10:46 am