Subject: Happy Birthday!
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Posted on: 2013-01-29 06:40:00 UTC
...A sentiment which garners a whole new meaning after reading that list of terrible, terrible things you've survived through. Kinda makes me feel like a loser for being proud of two broken limbs in nineteen years...
Anyway, yes, happy birthday, Riese! Here, have a giant birthday huggle! -proceeds to huggle the [PUDDING!] out of you-
I cannot actually believe I've survived my own antics for 20 years now. Like, literally cannot believe it.
I've fallen into crevasses, been shot, tripped up the stairs, fallen out of a 3rd story window, had a chair broken over my head, fallen out of trees, off of ziplines, out of moving cars, been dragged down Mt. Washington's Tuckerman Ravine by an inept climbing buddy, blew up a camp stove (my eyebrows and arm hair grew back...eventually), and generally beat seven bells out of myself.
Good God, I really AM amazed I'm still alive.
Welp, here's to implausibly good luck, and (hopefully) many more years of not getting myself killed!
{Wouldn't this be considered an "Unbirthday" because it's a day late, though?)
Ye gods! *huggles, cake, a sling and a sack of pebbles to throw with it, and a basket of Bleeprin-berries*
Congratulations on surviving your second decade!
...A sentiment which garners a whole new meaning after reading that list of terrible, terrible things you've survived through. Kinda makes me feel like a loser for being proud of two broken limbs in nineteen years...
Anyway, yes, happy birthday, Riese! Here, have a giant birthday huggle! -proceeds to huggle the [PUDDING!] out of you-
Now me, I'm proud of no broken limbs and growing up in three different countries, but I think I'm playing a different game here, so to speak.
Wow, Riese. I think I agree with the autobiography idea--it would be very interesting!
I actually have a relative who enjoys doing occasionally dangerous sports-type activities, though I'm not sure she's ever been shot. She's also quite a bit older than 20.
Anyway, Happy Birthday! (one day late, I think, but the sentiment's still there) I hope you've had/are still having a wonderful day, and will have an amazing year and many, many more to come! And have a (unfortunately virtual, but what can you do?) basket of chocolate chip cookies and brownies (...uh, unless you don't like chocolate, in which case they're something else), in memory of the whole 'Join the Light Side!' 'No, join the Dark Side!' thing. I'm *pretty* sure the Light Side had the CCCs, and the Dark Side had the brownies (that being why I chose Dark Side), but...'Join the Dark Side, we have cookies!' sounds much too familiar, so who knows? But I digress. Have a wonderful birthday! *debates joining KittyNoodles in the giant birthday huggle* *eventually just gathers up the pudding and puts it in a bowl for you to have later*
But, all silliness aside, congratulations; may you celebrate many, many more birthdays; and I hope you had a wonderful 20th!
~DawnFire
...Do everything in your power to keep it that way. They don't really hurt when it first happens (at least, I don't remember much more than the massive adrenalin rush and the sense that it should hurt a lot more than it seemed to, which led to gratuitous amounts of shrieking both times...), but the moment the adrenalin runs out and you're actually in a splint, it will hurt a lot and the splint (and the cast, if it's a big bone like your leg or your wrist) will itch like crazy. Also, once the cast comes off, your leg/arm/whatever you messed up really will look pale and completely devoid of muscle. Also, the smell (which is a hundred times worse than 'sweaty gym socks') takes about a week and a half to completely go away once the cast is off. It's not a fun experience overall, so don't do it.
(HA, and now I have scarred you forever. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.)
Only, in my case, the smell never happened because I was stuck in a boot, typically without socks on, and neither did the shrieking because it happened early in the morning while I was still waking up.
I did growl and swear ferociously, though.
Oh yeah, and whenever I wasn't actively moving, I had to keep my leg propped, otherwise my toe would just explode with pain for no reason, which I later learned was because I wrapped my splints too tightly.
Trust me on that one. You are lucky it was your toe, you whippersnapper.
Ahyeeeeeeeee, mothatrucka.
Haha, I'll bear that in mind. Thanks for the vivid description, though, it'll probably come in handy sometime.
(Well, I wouldn't say *scarred*, although I did go kind of shivery unwillingly trying to imagine it. That wasn't fun.)
~DF
I forget it disturbs other people to go into too much detail about it... -scuffs ground with the toe of her shoe-
It really isn't. It was more my imagination trying to figure out what it would feel like and coming up with not-very-pleasant results. And then I distracted it with...well, I forget what I distracted it with, but I distracted it with something, and it was all good. And it still is. So no worries :) All you've really done is given me a useful bit of research material for future writing, so thank you *huggles* (
~DawnFire
Chocolate cake for everyone!
Here, have some variations from the wonderful Victor Borge:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ajg7FlPv0HU
*Throws cake and confetti*
Wow, that's a lot of ways you almost died. Have a set of figurine golems from your favorite canon! They're basically what the name implies - enjoy having tiny posable characters with switcheable faces and weapons running around in your RC!
Why so surprised? I thought Inquisitors of the Red Fist were naturally hardened to pain, hmmm?
Grats on twenty, I'll be exactly two years short of you in April.
Be afraid, Riese.
Be very afraid.
Oooooooooooooooooh. Ghost fingers.
Happy 20th birthday! That's a lot of near-death occurrences, man, have some congratulatory chocolate or something.
Sounds like you've been through a lot! Happy Birthday, and good luck in the future! (Of course, I know nothing of being 20.) Have a random box inside of another box inside of another box. All wrapped in shiny urple paper!
20 years old, well done good sir, well done on surviving this long. As a gift, I give onto you one Pinkie Pie Premium Party Pack. Pinkie Pie and her party cannon will make sure your birthday is a blast! Oh, and if you are afraid it's going to be one of those 6 year old's birthday parties like she usually does, let me put your fears to rest. The Pinkie Pie Premium Party Pack is not like those other parties, as it is not a canon party. Oh no, it's a FANON party. The highest quality Sweet Apple Acres cider (non-alcoholic if the legal drinking age is 21 where you live), catering from across the multiverse (she is a forth wall breaker after all, she got connections) and music from the one and only DJ PON-3. Further, with the aid of Dr. Whoves and other Time Lords (turns out Gallopfrey was not destroyed by the Daleks in this universe), your birthday party will last an extra 3.573 hours!
Happy Birthday from me,
(and Jumper.)
Wow, your life is either a lot more exciting or scary than mine. Felis Cumpleanos!
Here is a three tiered, sparkly pink birthday cake, with twenty candles. The candles are sticks of dynamite, lets see how you survive that! *laughs maniacally*
Have this complete safety gear kit, a bulletproof vest and a coupon for a free rescue by Madoka Magica's Madokami (or by Homura Akemi, depending on the situation). Judging by what you just said, you're going to need all of that.
It would be a very intriguing read, from what I can tell.
A very happy birthday to you! Alas, I don't have much to offer in terms of gifts, but if you'd like, I could sketch a character of yours, maybe? I don't hold claim to have any particular skill with the pencil, unfortunately, but I've been told I can scribble fairly decently.
Unless you're exaggerating. Then yeah.
Anyway, Happy Birthday!