Sean Gleeson, the patriarch of the Gleeson Bloglomerate, turns 39 years young today.
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Happy birthday, Sean!
He’s a technophilic college professor and a blogging pioneer, and I know you’ll join me in wishing him a very happy birthday.
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday!
Hey Sean,Happy Birthday from your somewhat older cousin Steve! Remember me?? I still live in Schenectady….same neighborhood as when I was a kid…
I refuse to believe that Sean Gleeson, who looks half my age, is in fact three-quarters of it.
Happy Birthday (belated). Sorry that I didn’t see this post sooner. Did you have a happy one, Sean?
CGHill, So you are a whippersnapper of 52? whoops. I’m the whippersnapper. nope that isn’t right. Dang whippersnappers. lol
Will someone get this Zack kid off my darn lawn?
Cousin Steve: Hello! I remember you fondly — though dimly, I’m afraid, what with the intervening decades and all. I notice you placed a respectable 169th in St. Clair’s Cardiac Classic 5K, which is better than I would have done. I hope everything is well with you. Thanks for commenting, do it again as often as you like. Or e-mail me: sean@gleeson.us
Zach: I did have a happy one, thanks for asking. Instead of a cake, Phoebe made my favorite dessert, which involves baking apples and butter and yellow cake mix. In her family, this confection was always called “glee-glee,” but a Google search turns up no hits for any desserts by that name. I think if you tried this recipe, it would come out about right, though. I highly recommend it.
Charles: Instead of chasing him off, why not put him to good use? Tell him you’ll give him fifty cents to pull the weeds.
Given the number of weeds involved, this would constitute involuntary servitude, which strikes me as highly illegal and definitely cruel.
But it could lead to humorous banter. Like in episode 34, wherein Bart does household chores for old Mrs. Glick to earn extra money…
Mrs. Glick: I need you to pull up the weeds. You know which ones are weeds, don’cha?
Bart: All of them?
Mrs. Glick: Good boy.
And then, after Bart complains about his wages to his dad…
Homer: Hey, when I was your age, 50 cents was a lot of money.
Bart: Really?
Homer: Naaah!