Mark Of The Beast

Yup, late as always, and don’t even have blog URLs or addies for some of these, BECAUSE THEY WERE IN MY HOTMAIL ACCOUNT THAT WAS STOLEN FROM ME BY A BIGOTED PSEUDO-”christian” PSYCHO-CUNT.

Annnnnnd on THAT loverly note: here’s hoping that these wishes will make it out to the ether, with or without Google’s censorship:

March 11th: Anne Johnson: Haven’t seen hide nor hair of the buzzard-lover in a coon’s age, mostly since the Hotmail fuckover, but she’s good people, and I miss her, so if anybody runs into her online, please give her a hug & a kiss & a birfday spank for me!

March 15th: Bill S.: The inimitable film buff, snark-meister, and brilliant commenter @ World O’Crap, amongst others. Love that man.

March 21st: Sharon, (aiming @ Saints black & gold here, but there are limitations) *the* best state employee EVER, insomuch that she not only shows up and DOES THE JOB (y’all have no idea how rare & spectacular that this is…), she actually GIVES A DAMN about the people that she protects from the predatory fuckovers of corporate conglomerate motherfuckers like American Telephone & Terrorism. And, y’know, she’s also one really cool broad, whom I feel privileged to know. And, I hope, someday, that she’ll forgive me for brain-farting her birfday and not transferring ALL of the birfdays in my IRL addy book to the desktop list. I stoopy. Big shock there.

March 22nd: Unidiversal Susan, she of the punk-rock-tranny band promotions and multi-talented P.R. queen. Haven’t heard from her since the Hotmail fuckover, either, but I still think about her, up thar in Indy-anner. Wish that I had a link to lead y’all to her bands, but not yet.

March 26th: Mary C. of World O’Crap fame: She doesn’t post often, but when she does, it’s a blast! Her second job is helping Scott of WO’C fame keep body and soul together, patient saint of a woman that she is… heh heh heh… Not quite sure about the day job, but I think that if she told me, she’d have to kill me.

March 30th: My beloved pal Gappy, who, despite being a gargoyle, can get damned garrulous when she wants to… heh heh heh… That’s a Pratchett joke, in case y’all are wondering… Gargoyles are alive & well, they just get used to talking around the pigeons nesting in their mouths, on those rare occasions that they WANT to talk. I dunno where she gets the gargoyle blood, but I know that she uses her powers for good!

Happy birfdays to one and all, and may this year be better than all the rest!

I know, it’s annoying, but I gotta: Happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy happy happy joy joy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY JOYYYYY!!!!!! Ta-da-dah-dink-dink, dink-dink!