Half-a-century. Old fart. AARP. Etc.
Thanks to everybody for the birthday wishes. I’ve seen it blogged before, but it is truly amazing the impact of birthdate registration has on the automation of the experience.
Highlight of the day was just now when I strolled into the Durham Gold’s Gym, swiped my barcode thing, and the clerk’s PC played “Happy Birthday”, a cartoon cake popped up next to my name, and the man, instead of saying: “Here’s your towel” said “Happy birthday.”
Reel-Time, the Internet Journal of Saltwater Flyfishing used to wish me happy birthday, but it’s dead because SOMEONE forgot to renew the domain.
LinkedIn, Plaxo, The Ladders, Facebook, random financial newsletters, and my sister all emailed me today to say Happy Birthday.
Everytime any one IM’d the sentiment to me, I replied with “f%&k you” because that’s the nice guy I am. How did I spend the day? In a windowless ballroom with our Customer Advisory Council. Highlight was failing to perform 120 pull ups and dips at the gym as the CrossFit workout of the day insisted I must.
Ah. All I want now is a Red Sox game and an empty inbox.