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Resistance is futile

Today is Star Trek‘s 46th birthday.

Google made them this way cool doodle.

I didn’t get them anything.

But to be fair, they didn’t post their birthday on Facebook…so I’m just now hearing about it.

I do wish them many warm regards.  They are younger than I thought. I hope they don’t take offense at that comment.  It just seems like they were always on the air when I was a kid.

I started watching Trek at first because my brother did.  I thought he was cool. I wanted to be cool.  So I watched.  Then it was about the series…so much so that when Star Wars came around, I boycotted it on principle.

We’re talking serious Trekker.

When I worked at Hallmark Cards, I developed a line of Star Trek cards.  I even did a focus group on Deep Space Nine — got a bunch of guys from IT to help me flesh out the offering.

Good times.

Happy Birthday Star Trek!  Live long and prosper.

Got my number

I’m being stalked…by a number.

The number? 328.  I see it everywhere.

Does it see me?

Every time I randomly glance at a clock, morning or night, it’s 3:28.  I notice the numbers on street signs, too.  In catalogs.  In books and articles.

Does it really appear as often as it seems?  Or have I just become hyper-aware of it?

 

 

 

 

Nope.  It’s following me. And it’s been happening even more so this week, since March 28th came and went. But I’m not complaining…

I had a great birthday.  (Thanks everybody!)

Pie in the sky

Let them eat cake. — Marie Antoinette
Let them eat pie. — The Sticky Egg

I have never been a fan of cake.

For my birthday, I prefer pie.  Fruit pie.  (Lemon pie, to be picky and specific.) Sometimes I get one; often I don’t.

But then again, I don’t have a pie fairy like Willis Welch.

For the past 35 years, Willis has received a pecan pie at his Columbus, Ohio door every Christmas.  From whom he can not say, even after all this time.

This year’s pastry was accompanied by a note announcing the pie fairy’s retirement saying,  “I am a little too fat to fly anymore.”

While I’m sad this particular pie maker is grounded, I am inspired by his tradition.  We need more pie fairies in the world!  At birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, sick beds — you name it!  Life needs more pie in it.

Will you be my pie fairy?

The gift

My good friend Caroline visited this past week, a gift from her husband for her birthday.

Nice one, Shaun.

During her four days in Manhattan, we saw two Broadway shows, a taping of Anderson, a movie on a rainy day, shopping, holiday lights, more shopping, and lots and lots of food, drink and wonderful conversation.

She was also able to reconnect with three other friends who call New York City home.

And while I know the chance to see Hugh Jackman perform live on stage was the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that spurred the last-minute trip, having so much time together to simply talk and catch up was an incredible luxury.

Would we have traded some of that time to meet Hugh in person?

Duh — of course.

We’re good friends.  We know what we really like!