I had such high hopes for doing useful things today.

Oh well.

Perkins, could you e me your mailing address again? Thanks.

Sure. Insent in a minute.

For some reason, probably because I was searching for the infinity symbol in Word, I now have part of "My Hero, Zero" stuck in my head:

That's why with only ten digits including zero,
You can count as high as you could ever go...
Forever, towards infinity,
No one ever gets there, but you could tryyyyy.

For some reason, probably because I was searching for the infinity symbol in Word, I now have part of "My Hero, Zero" stuck in my head:

Oh, do I need to post that on Buffistarawk too? Probably works best with the equally abstruse "Hey Little Twelvetoes."

Forever, towards infinity,
No one ever gets there, but you could tryyyyy.

Emily, you've read "The Phantom Tollbooth", right?

Yes, but quite some time ago. I remember the Doldrums... did they get to infinity as well? Ooh! Have you read The House with a Clock in its Walls?

My one reservation with "My Hero, Zero" is that it seems to imply that until zero was invented it was impossible to count to ten.

From the cavemen till the heroes,
Who invented you,
They counted on their fingers and toes

But I suppose it's allowable license for the sake of the song. It lacks the elegant falling melody of "and three times three is nine and three times two is six and three times one of course, is three!" but it's still a landmark, in my opinion, of Songs About Numbers.

I remember the Doldrums... did they get to infinity as well?

No, they didn't, but Milo (the hero) tried. He didn't go all the way, of course.

Ooh! Have you read The House with a Clock in its Walls?

Nope, and am now curious.

"Naughty Number Nine" is my favorite song about numbers. I once saw a band (I forget their name - they opened for Robyn Hitchcock) perform a smoking blues version of "Naughty Number Nine" that was amazing....

My family made m share my birthday with my cousin once. After the godawful fit I threw over having to share - even if it was just a cake and a song - they never made that mistake again.

Paul's family does that combo birthday thing a lot. Which I kind of dislike, although I think I don't normally have to share mine.

Though this year, my freaking birthday fell on Father's Day, and was pushed aside for said "holiday."

My parents were out of the country, and didn't call. My sister called, but as I was out the door for the Father's Day thing, and after the Father's Day thing, we wound up spending the rest of the day doing tech support for my not-a-sister-in-law (brother's baby mama), who spaced on the fact that it was my birthday until a few days later.

All this would have been fine and eye-rolling, except that PAUL forgot my birthday, too.

I was cranky. It was a Buffy-class birthday.

That face rec thing told me Christina Ricci and Gwyneth Paltrow for pics with makeup. My one picture without got a lot of fairly bland looking men as matches.