Today is Birdy's birthday. I'd like to wish my friend and occasional collaborative partner a great day, in spite of the fact that he doesn't really like the attention. Good thing for him that very few people read this blog.
Birdy ranks 2nd on my Top 10 List of People I Wish to Get Drunk and Photograph. This isn't because I like him. I mean, of course I enjoy the friendship, but there's a much bigger reason he beats out the other mega-celebs and heroes on my list. It's because no one in the online universe (save for his personal friends) has actually seen a photo of his face. He's a bit of a tease, regularly posting self-portraits of his eye or his chin or a finger or his chin again, but never the whole face. He's like a fucking Sasquatch. Photographic proof of his facial existence is so rare that I'm sure it'll fetch me some good coin and national media attention. Katrocket solves age-old Birdy mystery. News at 11.
So have yourself a helluva birthday, Birdy. If a dumptruck full of candy, driven by topless supermodels bearing pints of Guinness arrives at your office today, it's from me.