Happy Birthday to ME (not James)

Today marks 25 years since the birth of me, whom you all know and love. But alas, my special day has been usurped. Not once, but twice.

James has had the bad taste to have his birthday tomorrow, and therefore is weaseling my birthday kudos away. I made him a site. Go there immediately and say how much you hate him.
THEN, the suits upstairs decided to use my birthday morning tea to announce some winners of some contest that I don't care about (I would care if you had won, Yella).

But I gots a sweet clock from a lovely, and this tops HomestarRunner shirt from James (but I'ma keep the hate alive).











Oh yeah, and Josh is some kinda famous.
God save the Queen.