Wednesday, July 13, 2016

These Are the Words That the Voice Was Repeating

This year's edition of the traditional post. Here, what I write (odometer updated) every year:

Fifty-six today, this guy (link updated at his joint for this year's birthday, so click, yo). When we met in 5th grade forty-seven years ago neither of us predicted the weirdest year of our lives would be 2016.

Always, this: twenty-three years ago Landru was the first human not Earthgirl or me or a doctor/nurse to hold Planet.



And especially


  1. Thanks. It's 56, actually, but that doesn't matter. And yeah, years don't come any weirder.

    1. Me and effing arithmetic. And memory.


  2. Landru, Though you are not known in the for-real, Happy to you on Your Day. Step up -- and claim your Tub Of Slaw.

    I've had weirder years, but that's a long time ago. However, these Days are weird in a different and deeper way, and I keep expecting it to turn into 'Festival' just about any minute now.

  3. The fifty-six, the fifth grade, the first holding of Planet. Not just because it's not the first time I read those words, they create something so incredibly distinct, probably to be read in the deepest history of everything. Happiest of birthdays I wish you, Landru.