So my birthday celebration on Saturday was very enjoyable - kangaroo tastes pretty much like very tender beef rather than rabbit, if you were curious. After dinner we had a few drinks at a nearby bar and then the majority of the celebrants travelled over to Brooklyn where there was a house party which turned out to be fairly sedate, but after all the food and wine I was feeling very nappish and was content to go home without any huge and crazy blowout. I've got a few more presents now, too: a swell artsy pillow with a squirrel design from some gallery in Brooklyn (this one is still under construction so I can't absolutely confirm that it is swell, but I think it's probably a good bet), a stylish diorama with a deer, and DVDs of L'Age D'Or, A Face In the Crowd, and Season One of Aqua Teen Hunger Force! The deer pictured above was in the front yard of the building in Carroll Gardens where we believed the party we went to after dinner to be (as it was the address we had been given) but it turned out the party was somewhere else entirely; the photos I posted on Saturday (actually on Sunday but I dated them the 28th) show 1) a bunch of balloons at 53rd and Broadway from the 23rd that I assume had something to do with the Letterman show, 2) my birthday guests, who were not really demonic robots who shoot laser beams from their eyes like they appear to be, though that would be something if they were, huh? and 3) travelling toward the Brooklyn Bridge we passed these sheep in City Hall Park. So there you have it, I am now 37. In my dotage I have once again neglected to think of a new weekly topic, by the way; from now on I think we'll just have a topic when I come up with something good (or something good is suggested to the tipline). I do have a shocking new piece of made-up celebrity gossip to share once I have another minute, though, so check back for that!