This is all about today being Paul McCartney's birthday. I believe my secret importance in relation to this individual is so great (first year pupils, please see "McCartney and Steinhoff, An Introduction" at Archive.Org), that the spirit of the entire world, to the extent that Paul's spirit touches it, would suffer for the negative impact to his spirit that my neglecting to wish him a happy birthday would cause him. Also, I'd just like to wish him a happy birthday.
I am not Paul McCartney's Facebook friend (whatever that means, I believe sociologists have years of work cut out for them trying to figure out what this whole Facebook friend thing involves - I hope they won't forget the part where people are so bent appearing to have the most friends and certainly not the least friends that it can all start to lose meaning, though it can be so helpful when it comes to assigning social rank, if I can just figure out how to work that part - as far as the idea of enormous sociability equaling having a social conscience, man do people have that one wrong, which isn't to say the Nazis didn't throw fun parties, I'm willing to give them that).
I would like to be Paul McCartney's Facebook friend. But not if he already has more than 252 Facebook friends (I should have researched this before writing today's blog). Things can get crazy at that point, 252 Facebook friends, I mean, that's just a crowd of people pretending to be a group of people. Give me a call, Mr. McCartney, let's discuss this. Did I say "happy birthday" yet?
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