Forty-Two-Hooo!

Many very happy birthday wishes to Damon Albarn, my #3 or #4 Man (I continuously switch him and Ewan McGregor around in the rotation), who turns 42 today. He may have lost a tooth over the years, but not an ounce of talent or, how you say, zee sexxy.

I will be spending the day listening to the wonderful new Gorillaz record, Plastic Beach, and probably every Blur record, while I wring my hands in anticipation of their documentary, No Distance Left To Run, arriving in my mailbox some time this century. (Move it, Amazon!)

I also thought I'd commemorate this day as if I were a 13-year-old girl, which is kind of how I feel every time I see a picture of the lovely Damon. So, enjoy this goofy, girly slideshow of gorgeousness through the years. (Just be glad I didn't make it pink with flying glitter-hearts.)

Note to Veggie Assassin: Before you say anything, just DON'T. It's his birthday. Be nice. Spit out that haterade.