Birthday bots

From the New York Times:


Arise, analog sportsmen! Defeat your tablet-toting foes! Remember Clint Eastwood! (You know, from Trouble with the Curve.)

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From the Division of Alumni Affairs and Development (at Cornell):
Make a birthday wish, John-Paul! The Clocktower would chime just for you if it could! On your special day, we’re sending you heartfelt wishes from the Hill. Here’s to another amazing year ahead!

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I got this more circumspect greeting, too:
We would like to wish you a Happy Birthday from the employees at the South Bend Clinic Pharmacy.
Sadly, I received no messages from fast food restaurants urging me to claim birthday rewards. (Those, I appreciate.)

What the bots didn’t know was that I’d been waiting for this birthday all my life. When I was very young, my favorite number was four. I liked forty-four even better. (Liking something better than one’s favorite thing is a heady concept, like infinity plus one.) I wanted to weigh forty-four pounds; and when I did, I stayed at that weight as long as I could. I couldn’t wait to turn forty-four years old.

Well, yesterday, I did. My dream has come true.