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Card Scarred

(What’s new in the land of science? Or Secondhand SCIENCE, anyway?

Why, it’s Yersinia pestis, of course. That may sound like a contestant on an episode of Armenian Idol, but no. Click on over and find out more.)

This evening, I spent approximately three months in a drug store, looking for a birthday card. Maybe longer. I may have had a birthday or two myself while I was in there. I don’t remember it being quite this hard.

“It’s my mom’s birthday next week, so it’s not like picking up any old ‘Bappy Hirthday’ knockoff for a work colleague or mailman or parole officer.”

To be fair, I need a somewhat specific card. It’s my mom’s birthday next week, so it’s not like picking up any old “Bappy Hirthday” knockoff for a work colleague or mailman or parole officer. It’s got to be a quality card — but it also has to be reasonably close to something I might actually say.

(Also, it was going to be at least a mild surprise. But considering my mother and a handful of Googlebots are the only ones reading this nonsense, I guess the cat’s out of the bag now. Ma, you’ve got a birthday coming up. I’m getting you a card. Try to look surprised.)

It’s the “something I might actually say” part where the whole enterprise goes to hell. I started my search in the “FOR MOM” section of the card aisle, where I was confronted with a solid wall of pastel flowers, line-drawn toddlers and scripty fonts normally only seen in the title lines of funeral announcements. One of the cards started with:

What Is a Mother?

Oh, I know what a mother is. Trying to find a stupid normal card — that’s a mother, apparently.

So I slid over to the birthday section of the “hip” cards. That was… different.

I thought the “FOR HER” cards might work. But no. The first one I picked up said:


I don’t know what most of those words mean. I suspect my mother doesn’t, either. Is it Norwegian? Does it involve a pinata? The card might have had a pinata. I don’t know.

Clearly, I was in over my head. I took one last stab in the generic birthday section. I picked up a card with a simple balloon on the front and the start of a poem:

It’s your birthday and another year
Has passed you by, but never fear;
I know you’ll keep the party classy…

I opened it. Inside:

Til the cake and booze make you gassy.

So basically, I’m giving my mother a fortune cookie for her birthday. Whatever the hell it says inside, it can’t be any worse than the shit Hallmark has left for me. Happy birthday, ma.

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