At the stroke of midnight, timely on cue, I clicked and updated my profile view, With its number on stage For reporting my age. Happy my birthday, everyone of you!My title was taken from a pertinent Beatles song. For those of you too young to know who the Beatles are (and I met a teenager at our party last night who'd never heard of them), there's an interesting article about the song in Wikipedia.
Monday, January 8, 2007
"Will you still need me, will you still feed me...?"
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May the day of your birth be a fine one. May the gift you receive, be good health. May the fame that you seek, find you in 2007. No hugs and kisses, but goodness on you and yours.
ReplyDeleteHmm, "the fame that you seek"; is that why I blog, do you think? <chortle> Actually, I've probably already had my fifteen minutes, here and there.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your birthday wishes, and I meant mine to you, too, for a "happy my birthday."
For every birthday you celebrate Lewis Caroll gave you hundreds more.
ReplyDeleteMe wishes you a happiness happening birthday.
Me will return to fully peruse the thoughts and opinions you has so skillfully expressed.
STOMP.
I heard it was your birthday, so let me say
ReplyDelete¡Feliz cumpleaños, and
Bon anniversaire, and
Happy birthday!!
Happy Birthday, Moristotle from 'Down Under'...it's time you stopped battling the mountain! You know how you Capricorns are! ;)
ReplyDeleteI worked a part time job once that threw me in with a lot of kids, which I enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteOne girl was named Michelle. She told me her name was on account of the Beatles song, yet she would not know the song if she heard it!
"Hey Ron", I hollered to a co-worker down the way, a guy even older than I, "this child is named Michelle for the Beatles song, but wouldn't know the tune if she heard it!"
We had a lot of fun educating the kids. We'd tell them how soft they were and how in my day, if we wanted to change the TV channel, we got up out of our chairs and we WALKED!
(that is my joke. It is original, but much to my disgust, I see some others have ripped it off, even in the newspaper!)
Hi, all! Really lovely to have the birthday comments and wishes.
ReplyDeleteSerena, my birthday was quite happy for me, and I hope it was for you and everyone else as well. Philosophically, my birthday (anyone's birthday) is truly just another day, its special significance as a birthday purely a matter of imagination and custom.
I can see a couple of senses of "the mountain" you refer to, Lee: (1) Bush, whom I seem to have stopped bashing (rather unrewarding activity, that, plus there's now that Democratic majority to take over for me), and (2) the hill that I'm now definitely going DOWN! <smile>
On the other hand, Tom, I heard from a fifteen-year-old grand nephew yesterday who says he has Beatles songs on his "play list." And that is an annoyance (that is, I agree) when you see your idea out there without you.
What the hell is "STOMP"?
In the early sixties, here in Aus...'the stomp' was a dance...created by a couple of lifesavers, I think. All part of the 'record hops' that were very popular at the beaches. My friends and I used go surfing every weekend without fail, during the summer months. A young blonde-headed lass called 'Little Pattie' started of a bit of a short-lived rage here. She began her professional singing career in June 1963 at the age of 14, appearing first at the weekly Sunday stomp at Bronte Surf Club and then at Maroubra Surf Club. Her regular appearances as a crowd favourite caused EMI to offer a recording contract. By Christmas 1963 she had a double-sided hit, 'He's My Blond Headed Stompie Wompie Real Gone Surfer Boy'/'Stompin' at Maroubra'.
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