Chronovore'd!

The birthday's coming up. Everyone who knows about it on a conscious level (which makes for, including me, probably eight or nine people) is more concerned about it than I am. Most of them have no clue what I'd want, or what to get me. (One has me actually interested, and I expect to be surprised, actually.) My only real plans are to avoid theaters (I don't have to watch Pirates Sequel on the day it comes out, really.) and to write a will, or something equivalent. Make sure I've got recent photos, that sort of thing.

I mean, sure, there's a bunch of little things I'd like to have, that would basically distract me a little longer from life, one or two things I'd like that would help me actually have a life, and a far-flung wish or baker's dozen that would tremendously change my life (and the lives of those who've made an impression on me these last few years.)

What do I really expect? Maybe a card or three in bad taste, one or two that are thoughtful and meaningless, and trouble caused by the brother-in-law to move the attention somewhere else (and good riddance.)