So, after repeated kvetching about the poor gifts I’ve received, my friend Sun reminded me of the Xmas present she gave me last year that arrived closer to my birthday. Breaking all possible copyright laws, I’m posting her quote:

Dude, isn’t your birthday in APRIL? Big whiny baby! And I seem to recall that I got you two cds. Of course, they were supposed to be for Christmas, but because of your execrable taste in music, it took Amazon forever to track ’em down.

And what did I get Sun? Nothing, but I did return her copy of the complete works of Keats and Shelley.

Look at that $5 word! EXECRABLE! This from someone who bought me Rick Astley and Robbie Nevil CDs! Oh, the humanity.