birthdays are when people get older. a-duh. so i'm officially a quarter of a century. for the people doing the math, that means twenty five. wheee, whoop, glory glory. it's not so exciting. well it is i suppose. but not really. it's two years removed from "gee, you're twenty seven and still a loser?" oh what i would give to be twenty one and a potential loser as opposed to twenty five and standing on the brink of loserville. but i'll take what comes. i did have a great weekend though. tiring at times, and very out of it at times. but it was stellar. best of all, i got unexpected presents that were pretty much off the hook. let's start with a toaster. a new yet old fashioned toaster. then we got a hookha (not really for my birthday but it was a cool present anyway). and i got a michael lau poster. and a life sized poster/puzzle of the one and only lana lang. and some drinks, and some food, and some food for thought (that means books). and i got baked goods. and lots of phone calls of course. plus emails. so thanks people.



and i must speak on possibly the greatest present ever: a button maker. it makes buttons. i kid you not. i have wanted to make buttons all summer but haven't actually gotten a button maker yet. but a friend, an only friend, got me a button maker. it's aqua and plastic and is adorned with a flowery "b-stylin" logo, which leads me to believe that this button maker was designed for little girls. and checking the box, i can confirm that it's for ages eight and up and all the photos show happy smiling adolescent girls. but hey, if you're making buttons in the first place, all ideas and marketing gimmicks must be set aside. that's the point of a button anyway right? to show an idea or an image of an idea? so the moral of the story is that we're gonna be cranking out buttons like no tomorrow. check out our initial run of limited edition subversive buttons. let me also say that these button backings are so safe that they come with only clip ons or magnets. don't want little girls to prick themselves now do we? but since we are men, we will have to run to a local store to get some very sharp and dangerous pin backings because we all know that real men wear buttons with pins.



the conversation that me and george always have on our birthdays goes something like this. imagine it's 12:01 am or maybe a bit earlier. note that the speakers and lines are interchangeable depending on what year we run through this routine.



"i called you first! happy birthday."

"thanks, happy birthday to you too."

"what're you doing?"

"nothing/drinking/bout to sleep."

"cool, talk to you later?"

"ok, happy birthday."



ah, twin loving, nothing beats it.