I try to set up reminders for birthdays in my calendar whenever I find out about them because even people who hate their birthdays like at least a little bit of attention. Usually people send back a thanks and some are happily surprised that I remembered. It’s a simple little thing that spreads the joy, you know?

Well, today a birthday reminder came up, so I fired off a quick happy birthday.

Within a few minutes I got back:

“What, no Mr T or Commander Adama (Lorne Greene, not the ‘Stand and Deliver’ guy)?”

And you know, even though I was really busy this morning I looked for my image editor to whip together one of my bizarre birthday pictures, but there has been such a push in the last few months to lock down our desktops that the software had been removed. So, instead of wasting ten minutes of company time producing some birthday insanity, work life remained as bland as the grey cubes that sustain it.

I replied to my co-worker: “Trust me, I wanted to, but they made me remove all my software.”

And what did I get back?

Fuckin’ A. How can I disappoint Mr. T? So, here. Here is another one of those bizarre pictures that people have now come to expect on their birthdays.

Previous Birthday wishes: Kitt, Bruce Lee, Commander Adama, that Dude from Def Leppard with only one arm, and Queensryche

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