happy birthday to me
Today I am 30 (getting older, but not more mature...). Thanks to everyone for all the birthday wishes scattered around my friends page!
In related news, my cell phone rings yesterday afternoon. Caller ID lists it as a restricted number. Weird, but I've been getting a bunch of wrong numbers on it lately. I answer. The caller asks for me, I respond that I'm Julie, and he says, "This is Tim Russ from Star Trek Voyager."
I barely refrain from saying "What the fuck?"
He goes into this birthday wish spiel as I'm weighing the possibility that this is a very messed up practical joke. But it sure as heck sounds like him, and as we talk pleasantries for a few minutes (he asks if I watched the show, go to conventions, etc.), I realize it's no joke. He comments that someone close to me must have send this message, and I say, "Uh, yeah..."
He wishes me a happy birthday and the obligatory long life and prosperity one more time. We hang up.
And there I sit, thinking, "Holy shit."
So of course, now I'm wondering who in the hell engineered this.
I realized after dwinn had left for gaming that I completely forgot to mention it to him, and I was half asleep when he got home, so when I headed out for lunch with fairmer today, I was still clueless as to the culprit(s) (having already interrogated an apparently blameless Eric over ICQ this morning).
So I mention to Mer that I got this very strange phone call, and she made this face and voila, I had my first piece of the puzzle. She wouldn't crack however, only admitting it was her idea to use my cell number. So I'm still clueless, but So. Totally. Geeked.
Man. That was a fabulous birthday present. THANK YOU to those involved.
I will find you. :)
Also smooches and threats of dire yet loving vengeance to fairmer for the chicken dance birthday e-card campaign.
In related news, my cell phone rings yesterday afternoon. Caller ID lists it as a restricted number. Weird, but I've been getting a bunch of wrong numbers on it lately. I answer. The caller asks for me, I respond that I'm Julie, and he says, "This is Tim Russ from Star Trek Voyager."
I barely refrain from saying "What the fuck?"
He goes into this birthday wish spiel as I'm weighing the possibility that this is a very messed up practical joke. But it sure as heck sounds like him, and as we talk pleasantries for a few minutes (he asks if I watched the show, go to conventions, etc.), I realize it's no joke. He comments that someone close to me must have send this message, and I say, "Uh, yeah..."
He wishes me a happy birthday and the obligatory long life and prosperity one more time. We hang up.
And there I sit, thinking, "Holy shit."
So of course, now I'm wondering who in the hell engineered this.
I realized after dwinn had left for gaming that I completely forgot to mention it to him, and I was half asleep when he got home, so when I headed out for lunch with fairmer today, I was still clueless as to the culprit(s) (having already interrogated an apparently blameless Eric over ICQ this morning).
So I mention to Mer that I got this very strange phone call, and she made this face and voila, I had my first piece of the puzzle. She wouldn't crack however, only admitting it was her idea to use my cell number. So I'm still clueless, but So. Totally. Geeked.
Man. That was a fabulous birthday present. THANK YOU to those involved.
I will find you. :)
Also smooches and threats of dire yet loving vengeance to fairmer for the chicken dance birthday e-card campaign.