My larder tends to be empty on my birthday too. Holidays are dismal. The following people nearly broke down my door in their fervor to wish you happy birthday:
Mussolini's PT much nicer ghost.
Quentin, in zombie, ghost, werewolf, human, and PT human (both) forms, one in his Coney Island swimsuit.
Former President Chester A. Arthur
Dr. Strangelove
Mickey Dolenz
Robby the Robot
I think I have you beat, being utterly miserable tonight, though I don't expect that helps... weekends on the Internet are murder.