Totally unrelated to anything we're currently discussing, I'm being freaked out by crows. Normally I'm a fan of corvids—smart, interesting roles in multiple mythologies, etc. But I'm on the top floor of my office building, and I think some crows have a nest on the roof just to my right and behind me. I keep seeing these great, black feathered shapes swooping at me out of the corner of my eye, and then they zoom up and out of sight. It's very distracting. Sort of a type, click, type, click, OMG-death-from-above!, type, click, type, click situation.

My friends threw me a surprise party when I moved away, but I was 13. My friend's mom made me a giant clown head that everyone signed, and they later gave me a collage of pictures taken at the party.

Sort of a type, click, type, click, OMG-death-from-above!, type, click, type, click situation.

::snort::

If it's supposed to be a surprise that they care, it's probably just as well you're going.

Heh.

Friends threw me an awesome surprise 30th birthday party -- people came from out of town! Worlds collided! It was good times.

So hey, you know who's crazy? Kirk Cameron.

You know what else is crazy? Dogs In Crazy Costumes

I suspect this opinion is shared by many here, but I really dislike surprise parties

I don't think I've had a surprise party in a long time, but I would like one. Even a regular party that showed people thought of me. Although maybe I wouldn't like a surprise party because I'd be annoyed that I didn't wear the right clothes. But I do like good surprises of most sorts.

I am not a fan of surprises. It's probably the control freak in me. My mom threw a surprise party for my dad for his 60th birthday. My dad was a low key guy, didn't ask a lot of questions, but my mother was worried that he was getting suspicious, so she threw a "fake" surprise party. Also, she told him that she thought she was an alcoholic because "he was looking at my computer screen and I was writing an email about the party and I had to distract him"

So, when the time for the actual surprise party came, the plan was for my brother to invite my dad to dinner on the Saturday. Problem was, dad begged off because he had work to do, and he thought that we'd already celebrated his birthday with the fake surprise party.

So, I had to call and say "oh, I wanted you to meet someone at dinner, he's from out of town, but I guess you can meet him next time" My dad practially shouted "NO! we'll have dinner on Saturday." Even as he hugged me at the party, he was looking around for the mysterious guest/future son in law. I had to look at him and say "sorry, dad, complete fiction. I sold it though, huh?"

So hey, you know who's crazy? Kirk Cameron.

I wonder if he's actually convinced himself of all that stuff, or if he's doing it to rile people up and get more money for that org.

Romanian girl's takedown of him was awe-SOME! "Bool-sheet!"

Somebody once wanted to throw my mom one...I told him not to on pain of death...she hates that stuff. I wouldn't mind being surprised like that, but I'd probably hate being "punk'd"