Brainstorm list for post to put up on my birthday:
Have a contest. Note: be sure you plan ahead, because if you’re trying to think of a contest the night before your birthday that won’t work out.
Make a list of great birthday parties throughout history. Don’t scientists think it was a birthday party gone out of control that killed off the dinosaurs? I’m pretty sure I read that somewhere.
Do 20 Questions interview with myself. Hm, using my blog to publish my interview with myself. Some element of risk there that I might implode under the weight of self-indulgence.
Do a giveaway. Not sure what to give away, though. Jules did slap bracelets… I could give away… erm… let’s see… I could give away… slap… bracelets… shoot! What do I have around the house? Pens. Coffee cups that don’t match. Some DVD’s. “It’s the big Byronic Man Quilted Sheet Giveaway!” Yeah, okay, maybe hold off on the giveaway.
Talk about how Tom Hanks and Jimmy Smits have the same birthday as me. It’s my ‘in’ if I’m ever trying to strike up a conversation.
Talk about how it’s also Courtney Love’s and OJ Simpson’s birthday. It’s my ‘out’ if I’m ever trying to convince them not to kill me.
Invite subscribers to big party at my house. Spend the day decorating and setting out a big spread, then feel sorry for myself when no one shows.
Make list of things I’d like for my birthday. Note to self: be sure to list thing like peace and understanding, not the hoverbike and the talking dolphin.
Compare and contrast the years when I told everyone to ignore my birthday and moped, versus the years when I promoted my birthday like the Olympics and pretended it was “ironic.”
Discuss “the birthday song” and the fact that it is an actual written song for which someone made a lot of money. Contemplate possibility that world is insane.
Write sincere, drawn-out treatise on how much my readers are valued, and that I don’t get to their blogs half as much as I’d like, and it pains me. Then have pictures of cats with funny captions.
Write about cake. And how it’s good.
Make brainstorm list in thinly-veiled attempt to draw attention to it being my birthday.