Apparently I share this birthday with
terific_athlete (belated Merry... um... Decemberween, Homestar),
the_dr_faustus (rumor has it he was destroyed in considerable detail; any man's death diminishes me, as Donne has it, but I find I can bear that particular diminution with enormous fortitude)... and
bloody_tired, whom I met briefly last Election Night, but with whom I apparently share not only a birthday, but an exact birthdate. (Which means I also share it with
millenium_child, but I don't have her on my friendslist yet.)
aberranteyes tells me that Jenny Sparks' adventures were chronicled on this Earth by one Warren Ellis - possibly some relation to that mad Englishman who polished up some of Whit's diaries into stories for the Tales of the Æon Society pulp. According to Austin, she shares our birthdate with a number of other adventurers of her Earth's 20th century (of which she, personally, is said to have been the spirit); in fact, that's what led him to suspect my exact birthdate, based on my birthyear. He says that la Sparks, Elijah Snow and the rest may have been intended by the spirit of that Earth as the 20th century's immune system.
Am I - was I - the spirit of our Earth's 20th century, I wonder? Was I part of its immune system, or was I the disease that immune system was meant to fight? Am I, now, in denatured form, the vaccine for what I did?