It’s my birthday and I’ve been pretty busy drinking beer, surfing the internet and fielding telemarketers that have been calling my house every ten minutes or so. If I happen to get a live one on the phone, I tell them to hold on a minute and then place the receiver to my laptop’s speakers. The last telemarketer (Lindsey) got a strong dose of The Postal Service’s cover of Phil Collins’ pop hit, “Against All Odds.” I hope she understood the irony of it.
Which brings me to my lack of birthday buzz. I have either been drinking way too much the past few days or there is no alcohol in this Hacker-Pschorr Oktoberfest.