The happiest of birthdays to my fair and generous and supportive and punny father who is somehow sixty years old today. I feel like he’s been in his fifties for forever which is probably circa ten years. I wish him ten more years of bike rides and cheese and crackers and trips abroad and sound decisions. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY-O!
And to the eerily happy inflatable Vulture: SEE YOU IN MY NIGHTMARES.