>> Damon- a silly thanks for much
Sorry to tell you this, but these things just keep happening. Year after year, almost annually, on more or less the same date and day of every year. It's not necessarily on the same day of the week, but always the same month on the Julian calendar. I'm not sure about the Canadian calendar or how it applies to the Hindu, Aztek, or other ancient calendars, or even any of those other pre-BC calendars like those Mesopotamia or Suma- Sum- Sumerian or Akkadian ones (neither of which has any connection to any Star War episode), or countries that write squiggly-like words (other than our own 'script') or upside down, or up and down letter languages. And as for anything that I can't personally read or write, well you will have to google those for yourself as to how you can wish happy birthday yourself.
Once confirmed your history, background, likes, dislikes, etc. will be easily available to you to create your own Facebook or Healthcare account. A whole new world will open to you, and open for others to discover everything about you. It won't be long before A.I. will send this stuff for me or you anyway (aka the movie Her, starring the great actor Joaquin Phoenix, who is a surprise to success due to his cleft lip, a trait we share. But then I don't think that's for you as we become parodies of ourselves year by year. We work through our lives only to wind up as stodgy anachronisms just far enough behind whatever becomes present to wonder how we'll manage to keep up at all. Kids over nine will never wonder in awe.
I do know that you like to celebrate your birthday in any neat and ostentatious way available, surrounded by as many friends and family as you can fit in your iPhone lens for that carefully framed group shot. The best I can do this time around is send this card I bought at Albertson's of a cat reaching its paw out towards an old Royal Manual typewriter and asking in caption 'Where is the send button on this thing..."
Love you, give your other a hug, copy us the picture.
dalton
