Posts Tagged ‘birthday’

40 is the new 20.

Tuesday, March 2nd, 2010

Dear Old Lady Shauna,

Today is your 40th birthday. Well, not for your boobs, but for the rest of you. And while you may feel old and decrepit and like you already have one foot in the grave, it's not true! Aging is the natural way of life, but it's understandable that you may worry about being less desirable or less attractive after the age of 40. I want to help you get rid of that fear, because I am a giver. Seriously – the Pope needs to authorize Saint Avitable posthaste.

So, in order to make you realize that 40 isn't the end and that suicide isn't the way to go just yet, here are 40 people and things that are 40 or older that I'd totally rub my nuts on:

  1. Demi Moore
  2. Jason Bateman
  3. Planet of the Apes
  4. Dr. No
  5. Cate Blanchett
  6. A giant redwood
  7. Jennifer Aniston
  8. Uranus
  9. The Internet
  10. Marisa Tomei
  11. Lauren Graham
  12. Superman
  13. The Producers
  14. Bill Cosby
  15. Sherlock Holmes
  16. Julia Louis Dreyfus
  17. The Three Musketeers
  18. Blueberry Pie
  19. Mashed Potatoes
  20. Las Vegas
  21. Batman
  22. Elisabeth Shue
  23. Stacey Dash
  24. Don Quixote
  25. Scrabble
  26. Ninjas
  27. Pepperoni Pizza
  28. Socks
  29. Kristin Davis
  30. Courteney Cox Arquette
  31. "Unchained Melody"
  32. Where The Wild Things Are
  33. Hershey's
  34. George Clooney
  35. Sandra Bullock
  36. "Sweet Caroline"
  37. The telephone
  38. Reese's Peanut Butter Cups
  39. Monopoly
  40. Vaginas

So, see? You're in good company! Happy birthday, Shauna Glenn!

Sarah Palin emails Rush Limbaugh

Saturday, February 6th, 2010

If you've been paying attention to the news at all, you might have seen the conflict between Sarah Palin and Rush Limbaugh. Apparently, Sarah Palin demanded that President Obama fire his Chief of Staff, Rahm Emanuel, after it was reported that Emanuel said "fucking retarded" in a private meeting. She considered any version of the use of the word "retard" to be disrespectful.

Separately, Rush Limbaugh grew frustrated with protests around Emanuel's use of "retard", saying "our politically correct society is acting like some giant insult's taken place by calling a bunch of people who are retards, retards."

Now, you see, we have the bloated, drug addicted face and voice of the Republican Party butting heads with Alaska's biggest disaster since the Exxon Valdez crash. How will those Republicans who follow Fox News blindly know who to listen to? Should they go rogue or hope Obama fails? Which is it? This could break the Republican Party in half!

Luckily, Sarah Palin had a solution. I've obtained an exclusive look at the email she wrote to Rush to try to defuse the entire situation.

"Dear Rush,

I think we can both agree that it is in the best interest of this great country of ours to come to an agreement. I do have a problem with the word "retard", but I suggest as a compromise that the word "tard" is more acceptable because it has fewer letters. It also has a bit of a cutesy tone to it, and Toddy says that I do well with cutesy.

So if you would be willing to redirect your anger about people protesting Emanuel's statement, I won't worry about my little tard having his feelings hurt. This is for the greater good, remember, and no matter what, we have to compromise whatever principles we have to make sure that nigger doesn't get another term.

Love and winks,
Sarah."


In other Avita-news, today is the 38th birthday of my good friend and Geekette Supreme, Heather! She doesn't look a day over 25, especially when she's in uniform. Happy birthday, Heather!

Happy birthday to me.

Tuesday, January 26th, 2010

Today, I turn 33. I plan on eating an entire grocery store birthday cake, four little ounces at a time. Who's with me?

The Princess and The Dragon

Sunday, January 17th, 2010

Once upon a time, in a far off land, there was a steep mountain. And on the side of that mountain was a large, deep cave. Inside that cave lived a mean, vicious dragon. With big green scales and a long pointy tail and dark glittery eyes, this dragon scared everyone who approached. And that's just how he liked it.

Then one day, a wee little princess with blonde curls showed up at his cave. "Go away!" he bellowed, blowing smoke from his nostrils.

"Nah," the princess said, and she kept coming in.

"I'll eat you alive!" the dragon roared and shot some flame in the air. That'll scare her away, he thought to himself.

"You're not really that scary," the princess replied and walked right up to him.

"Be careful – I'm a big mean scary dragon and I will step on you and kill you in an instant," the dragon said, a little more resigned this time.

"No you won't. Don't be a retard." The princess sat at the dragon's feet and began to talk to him. And to his surprise, the dragon talked back. Before he knew it, hours had passed, and it was dark.

"You'd better go home," the dragon said. "Here – let me give you a ride." With his huge sharp claws, he tried to guide her onto his back.

"Um, I don't need your help," she snapped. "I can make it home all by myself, thank you very much. Goodbye." The princess walked daintily off into the woods. She was so caught up in doing it by herself that she didn't even notice the dragon flying overhead, making sure she got home okay.

The next day, the dragon had visitor after visitor to his cave. Just like always, he bellowed and shot flames, and they all ran away, scared of the evil monster. And just like the day before, the little princess showed up again and ignored all of his bluster. The dragon and the princess talked again for many hours, and once again, when it was dark, she walked home alone and the dragon flew overhead to make sure that nothing happened to her.

This continued for many weeks and both the dragon and the princess enjoyed their talks very much. One day, though, the princess asked, "Dragon, why do you have to be so mean to everyone?"

"What do you mean," the dragon asked, "this is my nature and it's who I am. I'm mean and evil and everyone should be scared of me."

"But why," the princess persisted. "Why do you need to scare people away? You didn't scare me away and I like you."

"I don't really know how to be any other way," the dragon said quietly.

Face beaming, looking forward to the challenge, the princess exclaimed, "I'll help you!" And she reached into her pocket and pulled out a dagger. "This might hurt a bit," she said, and dug the dagger into his side.

"Ow – that hurts!" the dragon yelped like a little child. He watched in amazement as the princess used her dagger to pry off one of the scales and then toss it out of the cave. Under the scale, instead of blood and dragon guts, was shiny pink skin, which confused the dragon considerably.

Every day when the princess came over, she'd bring her dagger, and during their conversation, she'd peel off a few scales. It started to hurt the dragon less and less each time, and after a while, he started to help, too.

Two years passed while the dragon and princess talked every single day. She would still insist on walking home alone most nights, but if she was tired, she'd let the dragon fly her home. And she knew that he kept an eye on her even when she was alone, and that made her feel safe. And every day, she would bring her dagger and she and the dragon would peel off scales. And she would swear that the dragon was getting smaller every day until he wasn't much bigger than she was.

Finally the day came when the last of the scales were about to come off. These scales covered the dragon's chest, although calling him a dragon didn't seem appropriate anymore. He was now covered in shiny pink skin with brown hair and hazel eyes, and he was almost as human as you and I. The princess stood before him and peeled off the scales on his chest. Beneath them she could see his chest pulsing with every heartbeat. Without a thought, she drew him into a tight embrace.

"Dragon," she said in his ear, "you are a dragon no more. But you have a dragon's heart and that is what makes you special. Don't act like a dragon who wants to scare everyone away and eat them. Act like a man with a huge heart and show people who you really are – the man that I know and the man that I saw inside the dragon."

And the man came out of his cave and joined the world and realized that the princess had been right all along.

The End

Happy 30th birthday, Britt.

What a Faiqa wants, a Faiqa gets

Saturday, January 9th, 2010

Today is the birthday of the vibrant, amazing, generous, intelligent, nuanced, and attractive Faiqa Khan. I'm not sure how old she is, but I'll just guess. Happy 40th birthday, Faiqa!

I was having a hard time thinking of what I could do for her birthday. Here is a woman who has everything. A doting husband, two lovely children, a nice home in a neighborhood guarded against solicitors and Mexicans, and all the potential in the world. Luckily, though, she made it easy on me with a post she wrote on Thursday, letting all of her gracious readers know exactly what she wants for her birthday. I've decided to give her exactly what she wants. Her birthday wishes are in bold below:

1. Say thank you and please. Even to people who are supposed to just be doing their jobs.

I picked up a hooker and said "Please give me a half and half" and when she was done, I tossed her a napkin and said "Thank you."

2. Have an open mind when discussing another person’s opposing point of view.

I was walking down the street and some bastard said "Have a nice day!" I smashed him in the face and then kicked him in the ribs, but then I realized that it really was a nice day, so I thanked him for his perspective and continued on.

3. Don’t let your insecurity get in the way of believing people when they compliment you.

Usually when people whistle and say "Nice ass", I blush. Last time, though, I started to strut.

4. Hug your family and friends, tell them why you love them and why they’re special to you.

I'll take it a step further. I started hugging random strangers and random little kids in McDonald's Playland.

5. Remove harm from someone’s way. Even if it’s a piece of broken glass on the sidewalk. Help keep people safe.

In order to avoid causing whiplash from sudden stops, I removed all of the stop signs within a one-mile radius of my home.

6. If you believe in God, remember that God created every single thing. Treat his creations with respect and love. Exercise humility with regard to your blessings.

Wait – did He create Rush Limbaugh? I don't know if I can do this birthday wish.

7. Tell your children and spouse that you are proud of them.

I don't have children, so I told someone else's children. Can you bail me out of jail?

8. Take a deep breath and meditate on the following for thirty seconds: world peace.

I tried this, and then I got really bored and started thinking about whirled peas.

9. Remember that a single opinion does not define anyone. A person can be incredibly wrong about one thing and incredibly right about something else.

I will remain steadfast in that knowledge, despite my opinion that the government injects AIDS into chicken nuggets and that the moon landing was fake.

10. Sing loudly in front of the mirror while you’re getting ready for the day. Be the rock star that I know you are.

I've been getting ready for the day in a Dunkin Donut's bathroom, but I still sang "I Touch Myself" by the Divinyl's loudly and proudly.

11. Let someone in front of you in traffic.

Let them what?

12. Call someone you’ve been meaning to call but have been too busy to do so.

I finally called my grandfather. Turns out he's dead, though, so thanks a hell of a lot for that.

13. Don’t feel guilty. Either do something to fix it or forget about it.

I finally punched a nun. Thank you, Faiqa!

14. Don’t dissect anyone behind their back. You have a problem with someone or the way they’re handling something? Just tell them and get it over with.

Apparently, the Secret Service don't like it when you drive onto the Bush compound and try to tell W something to his face.

15. Eat something green. With leaves. Candy doesn’t count.

Well, I didn't eat it. I smoked it. But only twice because I was told that for a first timer, that's all I should do.

16. Relax. In the grand scheme of time, this really isn’t a big deal.

Fuck, you're right. It's just your birthday.

17. Turn off the TV and just sit. In silence. Embrace your thoughts. Renounce nothing in this moment and sit in a state of complete acceptance.

But what if I have to pee?

18. Even if it did not turn out just the way you wanted, look at this project with joy, acceptance and openness. You tried. And assume that everyone else did, too.

Okay, wait a second. Trying is not enough. If you tried and it didn't turn out right, you did something wrong! I don't know if I can stand behind this birthday wish either.

19. Think of someone who has wronged you, that you hate, that has hurt you. Now, pray for/send positive thoughts to them.

If I pray "I hope that you get hit by a car but that you die instantly instead of suffering," does that count?

20. Give yourself a big hug from me. Tell yourself that I’m glad you were born, that I’m glad you are alive, and that I want the best for you. Because it’s true.

I did that, and I threw in a little rub and a tug at the same time. Thank you!

Happy birthday, Faiqa. I am lucky to count you among my closest friends. I hope your birthday is filled with the love and joy that you deserve.

So you say it's your birthday . . .

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

In the People's Republic of Blogistan, there can be only one Queen. One ruler to unite them all. One leader to decide who lives and who gets to eat cupcakes. And that person is the one, the only, Hilly.

Snackiepoo, Queen of the PRB

Snackiepoo, Queen of the PRB

Today, she turns the magical age of 38. That means that tonight she gets to go out, pick up two 19-year old hunks, and have them work her over twice. It's her right.

In honor of this splendiferous occasion, here are 38 things that are so awesome that they should be renamed Hilly:

  1. Cupcakes
  2. Ryan Reynolds
  3. True Blood
  4. Splash Mountain
  5. Orgasms
  6. Kittens
  7. Tori Amos
  8. The Earl of Sandwich
  9. California
  10. A Hemi
  11. Movie Friday
  12. Trader Joe's
  13. Tom Welling
  14. Hawaiian Punch and Rum
  15. Mimi's
  16. No Humidity
  17. Sunset on the Beach
  18. Time with Friends
  19. Fitting into Smaller Jeans
  20. Smiles
  21. Alone without Loneliness
  22. Home
  23. A Good Walk
  24. Lots of Comments on your Birthday
  25. Making Out
  26. Not Being 40
  27. Skipping When You Walk
  28. Ice Cream
  29. Waking Up Each Morning
  30. Presents
  31. That Ding Sound Tweetdeck Makes
  32. Ninjas
  33. Puppies
  34. A Good Laugh and a Snort
  35. A Hot Bath
  36. Filet Mignon
  37. Snow and a Fire in the Fireplace
  38. 24 Night

Happy birthday, Hilly. Everybody, go leave Hilly a comment so she can get at least 38 comments for her 38th birthday, or maybe even 76!

The Quarter Century

Sunday, August 16th, 2009

By the age of 25:

Orson Welles had coscripted, directed, and starred in Citizen Kane.

Charlie Chaplin had appeared in 35 films.

Janis Joplin had grossed over a million dollars with her first hit.

Charles Lindbergh flew alone across the Atlantic Ocean.

Joseph Smith founded the Mormons.

John Singleton had directed "Boyz 'N the Hood."

Jack Nicklaus had won the Masters.

Mark Spitz had won 7 Olympic gold medals.

Steven Jobs had co-founded Apple Computer.

Mary Shelley had written Frankenstein.

Each of these accomplishments pales in the face of the accomplishment of Sheila, who turns 25 years old today. Founding a religion, writing a book, earning a ton of money or medals – none of these accomplishments can hold a candle to her crowning achievement. By the age of 25, Sheila was friends with Adam Avitable. And that is obviously the zenith of her life. There's no topping it. It's all downhill from here. Next she'll be 30, then 50, then 75, then dead.

So go wish her a happy birthday while there's still time and it's still happy. Happy birthday, Sheila!

Click for some nipple licking

Click for some nipple licking

A Letter from Barack Obama

Thursday, August 6th, 2009

An email I just received:

From: "Barack Obama" <bobama@whitehouse.gov>
To: "Adam Heath Avitable" <avitable@gmai1.com>
Subject: Thank you
Date: Wed, 5 Aug 2009 19:52:51 -0500

Dear Mr. Avitable,

Thank you very much for the lovely package that arrived right in time for my birthday on Tuesday. The letter that came with it was very entertaining and yes, I do think that I could kick the ass of Bill Pullman's President from "Independence Day", but not Harrison Ford's President from "Air Force One". And no, I have not heard of your blog, but I will check it out when I have some free time.

Sasha and Malia really liked the drawing that you sent, where you were rescuing all of us from some type of zombie infestation, but we had to tell them that you have a tail, and that's what was hanging between your legs. It would have been more awkward but Vice President Biden has already spoken with them in detail about the birds and the bees.

The tie that you enclosed is superb, and although the press might not react well to the naked boobies that cover it, I'm going to wear it to my next meeting with the Joint Chiefs. They'll get quite a kick out of it!

It was very considerate of you to include presents for the rest of my family, as well. Michelle was thrilled with the DVD of "Over the Top" because, as you can imagine, she loves arm wrestling movies. The girls loved the video games that you included, although I've never heard of this "Leisure Suit Larry". Ah well, I'm sure that they'll have a blast!

Finally, I wanted to thank you for the poster-size portrait of you eating a cheeseburger while naked. Originally I wanted to hang it on our bedroom wall, but Michelle said it would distract her too much from our weekly appointed lovemaking sessions. Instead, we've decided to place it in one of the hallways of the White House where the tours pass by. That way, everyone can appreciate the quiet majesty of a hairy naked man cramming more unhealthy food in his fat mouth.

Also, I am not in contact with former President George W. Bush; however, if I do run into him, I'll let him know that you think he's a douchenozzle, and I will definitely give him a swirly. And to answer the final questions that you asked in your letter – yes, it's true what they say, 12 inches, she gets a Brazilian, doggy style, Cameron Diaz, and its name is Lil' Barry.

Thank you again for the wonderful birthday gift, and I'll try to make it to your Halloween party.

Best friends forever,

Barack.

The Mixed-Up Files of Ms. Poppy E. Cede

Saturday, July 25th, 2009

Today is the 35th birthday of the quirky, funny, amazing, lovely Poppy, and in her honor, here is a little quiz.

Has Poppy ever . . .

1. Had a threesome with two gay men?

2. Vandalized a church statue with a pocket knife?

3. Been bitten by a ferret?

4. Milked a cow?

5. Cheated on a test?

6. Ridden in a helicopter?

7. Pooped in a pot?

8. Gotten in a clothes dryer?

9. Climbed a mountain?

10. Set herself on fire?

11. Learned six languages?

12. Puked in a bathtub?

13. Acted in a play?

In true Poppy fashion, this quiz only has 13 questions because I don't feel like it's necessary to round up to 15 or down to 10. And if you know Poppy at all, you'll know that the answer to every single one of these questions is yes!

Happy 35th, Poppy! Just for fun, I'm reposting the image I drew for your birthday two years ago:

Poppy and the Ark

My interview with Walter Cronkite

Monday, July 20th, 2009

Walter Cronkite, one of the most respected journalists of our time, died on Friday night at the age of 92. I spoke with him posthumously on Sunday:

Me: Thank you for speaking with me, Walter.

WC: Young man, it is my pleasure.

Me: I'm very honored that I'm getting the chance to interview you. Since you are a veteran journalist, would you mind if I made this interview a fast-paced, hard hitting affair?

WC: (chuckles) Not at all. Please feel free to fire away.

Me: Oh, chuckle at me, will you, old man? First, here's a softball question. You retired from the CBS Evening News almost thirty years ago. Would you say that broadcast journalism has flourished or floundered after your absence?

WC: The corporatization of television journalism has ruined it. No longer can the people have someone they can trust to deliver unbiased news, and this saddens me greatly.

Me: Now, is it true that Adolf Hitler modeled his mustache after yours?

WC: Where did you hear that?

Me: So you admit that it's true?

WC: (sputters) No! I would like to know what unreliable sources you're using for such spurious accusations.

Me: I read it on a blog somewhere.

WC: Don't get me started about blogging. Blogs are going to be the death of journalism because every mom with a sleeping baby can churn out 500 words of her uneducated opinion and uninformed people will take it as fact.

Me: Plus, bloggers make up random shit like interviews with famous people who have died, too.

WC: Exactly.

Me: Did we just break the fourth wall?

WC: I'm not sure. I know that I just broke wind, though.

Me: Dude, did you eat limburger? Fuuck.

WC: Young man, do not call me "Dude". You can call me "Uncle Walter", "Walter", "Mr. Cronkite", or "Senor Mustache Ride", but that's only if you're under 19, Puerto Rican, and have an ass I can bounce a quarter off of.

Me: Well, now we're getting off track. Let's stick to the interview, fishlips. It is said that the term "anchor" was coined because of your role as a broadcast journalist.

WC: Yes, that's right.

Me: Why'd they come up with anchor? Why a nautical term? Why not "starboard"? Plank? Mast? Poop Deck?

WC: So you would have the gall to suggest that I would call myself a Television Poop Deck Man? Are you addled in the head?

Me: Hey, I'm not the one with Hitler's moustache who's named after a barnacle-encrusted rusty implement designed to stop a ship!

WC: This interview is over.

Me: Wait, one last thing.

WC: (sighs) Fine.

Me: My Canadian brother from another mother, LeSombre, turns another year older today. He told me that you are his biological father.

WC: I am absolutely not!

Me: He swears that you are his father. That you impregnated his mother during an orgy in the early 70s. That you, David Brinkley and Chen Huntley triple-teamed her.

WC: I swear that you have the ethics of an amoral snake-oil salesman.

Me: So you won't wish your illegitimate son a happy birthday?

WC: I most certainly will not! And may you rot in hell! (storms off)

Me: And that's the way it is.

Enjoy this interview? Check out my other dead celebrity interviews:

Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett
Billy Mays
Ed McMahon
Stephen Hawking
Caylee Anthony
David Carradine
Martin Luther King, Jr.