Happy Birthday Roger!

Best wishes and many happy returns,

Kat

Happy big 59 Roger!!!!

May you have many more.

Michael

Let me join in the cheering! Happy Birthday Roger!

Happy Birthday, dude! Hope you have many more clever postings on OL.

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday, Roger! Here's to many more years of incisive writing and your wonderful trombone!

Jim

Hey, folks, thanks muchly for the good wishes!

Becky, Rachel, and I are leaving shortly for a viewing of "Evan Almighty," followed by some yummy El Pollo Loco. (Love that crazy chicken!) Nice way to kick back and enjoy turning 59. :-)

REB

Happy belated birthday, Roger! Sorry I missed it yesterday.



Judith

Thanks to all the OL folks who remembered my 60th birthday yesterday and helped to make it special with their private messages and kindnesses.

Best,
REB

Oh my God!!!

I am so sorry I forgot to post something. You were ever on the calendar.

Happy birthday Roger!!!

I had to wish myself one this year. Maybe it's something about 2008...

The witches are flying around slinging spells or something...

Michael

Happy Birthday, Roger. And thanks for your contributions to OL.

Bill P (Alfonso)

Thanks, guys!

I had a nice time at work yesterday, then a wonderful evening with my family. All in all, a nice way to celebrate becoming a sexagenarian. :-)

reb

Many more happy birthdays, dear friend. And may you celebrate all of them with Becky. But don't you think it a bit unseemly, at your age, to be boasting about your sexual prowess? A sex-agenarian. indeed!

Barbara

I wanted to say "hexagenarian," but I thought that would sound like I was into mysticism or the occult.

But seriously (?), Barbara, what makes you think I am boasting? My prowess (which I prefer to refer to in vague, general terms -- if, at all) is a simple fact.

REB

When I became a sex-agenarian ...

Never mind. What matters is the orgasm, not the other stuff. When I was very young I didn't know how to have an orgasm--as opposed to ejaculation. Hell, I didn't even know about masturbation until I was 16. Someone had to teach me. It wasn't that nurse in the hospital who stripped me buck naked and gave me a rub-down when I was 14. She didn't go far enough but she wanted to. Such a hard-on! and no resolution! Damn! I was molested by not being molested enough! I should have rolled over or told her to go lower! All I wanted to do was find out who she was and where she lived--alas, no joy--and let her have it! Hormones. Ayn Rand didn't understand male sexuality or Francisco would never, ever, have given up Dagny for save-the-world Galtism or John Galt himself. The big scene in Atlas shouldn't have been Hank slapping Francisco but Francisco slapping JOHN GALT! It's ironical that the greatest novel ever written should be, when it comes to human being, the artistic equivalent of painting by the numbers--that is, primarily plot driven.

--Brant

BTW, Riger, hippy burthdy!

--Brant