In addition to D-Day, and dogma-N's birfday, and the blessed anniversary of the birth of The Best Kid Evar, there's another day I keep holy here on YAMM, and this is it.
Worship. Be merry, for I am busy being corporate scum.
For those of you inclined and able to obey, I command this: Bring Me the Wheezus. She scarce, the Wheezus.
Update (17:55 7/13/2010): Ilse is correct; she took the picture, although she wasn't really supposed to admit to the entire fucking Intertubes that the picture is actually me. But then again, it's not like the entire fucking Intertubes is going to show up, either. So, image credit to Ilse. In the words of someone else, too bad she doesn't have a blog.
Also: No Wheezus yet.
Final Update: Thank you to all of you, my beloveds, for all the love, and special thanks to Sasha for being the One to hunt down my birthday wish like Tommy Lee Jones pursuing Harrison Ford. Whose birthday is also, oddly enough, today.