You know, I could use a frisbee.

I guess I have a birthday later? Coincidentally, I am annoyed in general (though not necessarily in specific) by the practice of posting one’s Amazon wishlist to one’s weblog; it’s passive-aggressive avarice, and I don’t think anyone really deserves presents for putting words in a little box on a screen for ten minutes a day. If that.

So when I link to my own wishlist, you understand, it’s only for the benefit of humans who feel the need to buy me physical objects once a year but lack any helpful specificity of vision. I don’t actually want any things off there–it’s more like I don’t diswant them. What I really want is for you to come over on the afternoon of the third and play Ticket to Ride with us, and then once it’s dark and cooler we can go play frisbee by the river.

I have to go get some sackcloth and ashes now.