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.

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.

Try NEVER having a birthday to yourself. Ever. And the shared gift thing that some people do with twins. SUCKS ASS. Contrary to popular belief, twins are not the same person and often do not share interests.

Oh, I had forgotten that my birthday dinner at my MiL's was shared with someone she had recently met and I met that night. No cake, lemon meringue pie instead. Which I really can't eat with the eggs and the likelihood of corn starch, but the other birthday girl preferred pie to cake. Didn't help that I couldn't drink, but that wasn't anyone's fault.

I'm not one for making a big deal about my birthday, but that was a drag.

That face rec thing told me Christina Ricci and Gwyneth Paltrow for pics with makeup.

The what now? Is this something I missed skipping?

Try NEVER having a birthday to yourself.

And for me, the baby Jesus kind of hogs all the attention. I don't really mind not celebrating my birthday (I generally just give myself permission to be lazy, and occasionally spring it on people to see if I can get free stuff), but it would suck to celebrate it and share it (actually, I've shared parties, but that was entirely by choice).

Hey Ple, the most recent Teen Titans introduces Kid Flash. He's sweetly Bart-like.