With today being Dr. Zibb's birthday, I thought I would tell the tale of a birthday card I recently sent to another blogger.
Now, no names will be used, but this blogger has somewhat lapsed on their blog. I think we lost them to Facebook. (Confession, while I love Facebook, and many of you are my friends on there, too, I love cracking wise on status updates. I don't play any of the games, or pass around too many drinks, etc.)
I frequently see Mafia Wars updates or that they poached too much fish in Café World. (Yes I do wonder if you can also poach fish in Mafia Wars.) Another bonus is the weird friend suggestions Facebook puts together using her. As a data guy, I love looking at the Facebook Diamonds and seeing how two random people connect me to a third.
So, in early December, I was walking through a small little shop in Lincoln Square called The Urban General Store, and I saw this card.
I knew I had to buy it to send to my friend on their birthday, regardless of the fact that I had ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA when their birthday actually was.
Less than a week after buying the card, they updating their Facebook status stating that they had gotten an early birthday wish from their father. Their birthday was coming up? Score! (Note, this is the kind of thing that happens to me so often, it's funny. It's one of the reasons I believe in God and say that my God has a wonderful sense of humor. There's random chance, and there's "I've been noticing this shit for 40 years, even an idiot can see a pattern after 40* years.)
So, after getting their address, I sent my dear friend this card. I hope it made their day. And hope they had a happy birthday.
Miss you on this side of the wall.
* Yes, I know I'm 44, but for the first 4 years, I probably wasn't all that observant.