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Thursday, Happy Birthday, Baby Brother Thirty years ago today, a little blond-haired, blue-eyed boy was born on the South Side of Chicago. He was something of a medical miracle, in that his parents both had blood type O, yet he was born with Type B- blood (and yes, he's my father's son -- despite the difference in coloring, you can see the resemblance. Turns out that Grandma Stark had a rare blood mutation known as the Bombay phenotype, where the dominant A or B gene could be masked by a recessive O gene, and Michael simply got an unmasked B. Since I received Mom's O positive blood type and we have such similar metabolisms, there's a good chance that I could also wind up producing a B or AB child with Lyndon, who has blood type A. But I digress). I have to admit, Stacy and I tormented him mercilessly when we were kids. We were real monsters -- if we weren't telling him that he was adopted ("Of course you're not really our brother -- we have brown hair and eyes and you have blond hair and blue eyes, so we're obviously not related," we'd say with perfectly straight faces, little bitches that we were), we were telling him that we saw 666 on his head, so obviously he was the Antichrist. Poor Mike was terrified to go into a church for years afterwards. Despite our tormenting (or maybe because of it) he grew up to have a hell of a sense of humor. Picture John Candy with blue eyes and a drier sense of timing, throw a little John Goodman in there for good measure, and you have Michael. He graduated from Second City last year, has already been in a couple of movies, and started his own improv comedy troupe a couple of years ago. He's also one hell of a guy -- he took care of Mom when she was sick and nursed her through the final days, while managing to hold down his dealer's job on the gambling boat and keep the troupe together at the same time. Right now he's concentrating on his acting career, and hopes to get out to California sometime next year. I think he'll make it. He's really that good. And as I've been stuck in the bloody office all day printing off datasheets, I also hope he had a fabulous birthday. Welcome to your thirties, kid. You're going to love them. And in a final bit of silliness, I found this site today, http://www.stor.co.uk/troopers.php, where you can make little avatars of yourself called storTroopers. The official description of the site is:
Each version of storTroopers contains one wardrobe of approximately 130 items, with seven different body types to choose from, and there's also a Goth range for those of you with somewhat more outre tastes.
Now if I could just get them together in the same location, life would be a good and happy place indeed.
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So,
without further ado, allow me to present my very own Melanie and
Lyndon avatars (admittedly, I tweaked them a bit in Photoshop).
The Melanie avatar is holding her prized powerbook and is dressed
in jeans, Reeboks and one of her favorite tropical-colored flowered
shirts, while the Lyndon avatar is wearing a selection from his
vast t-shirt collection and is holding a motherboard (hey, I was
kinda limited in pixel size, okay?).
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