Here at Quokka University, Joshua Swanson’s birthday is a very big deal! We’ve named a table for him; today we’ll gather around it and munch on tasty leaves and twigs.
Byron the Quokka here–and please join us in extending what can only be called felicitations to Joshua on his birthday. And yeah, mate, I know that sentence is a bit longer than it had to be… but this is, after all, a bloomin’ college!
P.S.–He’s 22. Some of us would be afraid to be 22 again.
Patty, my wife, wants to thank you all for posting birthday greetings here yesterday. It pumped her up to throw caution to the winds and acquire a birthday cake (she hardly ever does that). And she has a nice box of assorted chocolate truffles to go with it.
The exigencies of the election sort of tamped down our celebratory mood last night. There’s a lesson to be learned from that: live life and don’t let the Heathen spoil it. I hope we’ll get a chance to profit by it, come Christmas.
[Meanwhile we have a comment contest going and only one or two comments so far today. I hope that shabby election hasn’t demoralized our readership.]
Sunday is my birthday, 72 years’ burdening the earth, and you’re all invited to my party. Our apartment isn’t suitable, so I’m constructing an imaginary house with a big back porch and a porch swing (gee, that picture looks like Grandpa’s porch! Just exactly like it!), horseshoe pits in the yard, folding tables for Monopoly games–the works. It’ll all be ready by Sunday morning.
There’ll be beer, cigars, wine, soft drinks, fruit punch; cake, donuts, crabcakes; and I wouldn’t be surprised if a few of you showed up with the means of making music for us. (You know who you are!) Hamburgers, hot dogs, spare ribs. I am prepared to spend however much imaginary money it takes to make this imaginary party a success.
If we put our minds to it and all work together, we just might look like a Grandma Moses painting.
So who’s gonna be there? Everyone’s invited.
Now excuse me while I set some lawn chairs under the catalpa tree…
Today’s Erlene’s birthday–and I tell you, this place wouldn’t be this place without her.
Byron the Quokka here, with birthday greetings for Erlene on behalf of all of us. Don’t be embarrassed because we love you, Erlene! Think of Cato the Elder saying, “I’d rather people asked why I don’t have a statue in the Forum than why I do.” Now I’m not sure why I said that, but never mind.
Yes, yes, I know we’re late, this should’ve been done on Saturday, when it actually was Jeremy’s birthday–so we’re two days late. I, Byron the Quokka, disclaim all responsibility for this error: it was entirely Lee’s fault, 100% he’s to blame, not me, etc., etc.
And so we bring you Jeremy and his brother, Joshua, with an instrumental of How Great Thou Art. Let the truth be known: we love these guys, these Swanson brothers.
I made this list, see, with all the birthdays on it–crikey, why didn’t he check the list?
G’day! On behalf of the whole faculty and student body at Quokka University, I, Byron the Quokka, present Birthday Greetings to our esteemed colleague Joshua!
Y’know, here on Rottnest Island, we all turn out for Joshua’s birthday. It’s too bad no one thought to film the parade we had. That was to celebrate Joshua’s translating Bell Mountain into Japanese! Now a lot of us quokkas are learning Japanese so we can read it! Sure, we’ve already read it in English–but it’s bound to be just as cool in Japanese.
This afternoon we will have a special Pick-up Sticks match in Joshua’s honor.
Public Notice to All Readers: We’d love to celebrate your birthday, too. Just tell us when it is and we’ll put it on the list. This isn’t just a blog: it’s a fellowship, and that means birthdays are important.
G’day! You’re all knocked out from that party yesterday, I see. Movin’ kinda slow!
Well, rise and shine, mates: because today is Phoebe’s birthday and we want to make a big splash over it!
Byron the Quokka here, to present your birthday greetings to Phoebe–as Willis Twombley would say, We love you, Ol’ Hoss! Actually we really do. Don’t think you can ever come to Rottnest Island and get away without being named to the faculty at Quokka University. And did I mention we already have a Dr. Phoebe Hall? Our pickup stix team practices there.