Pppprrrrrrrrrrrrrrt! That’s the sound of one of those whistle-like party noise-maker dealies that stretch out when you blow them. Today is my twelveteenth birthday. While I don’t think that surviving for 22 years in this society is a particularly noteworthy achievement (unless you’re a dog, I guess) there do seem to be some people intent on congratulating me for it. If you are among them then, well, carry on. If you feel really generous, I have a wishlist.