archaic reference come full-circle

last night, i invoked the name of admiral richard byrd in a feeble attempt to equate my sleeping in the yard with his traversing the frozen continent of antarctica. a bit of a stretch, to be sure. accordingly, the fates have frowned upon my narcissism. when i clicked on my dashboard today, my "famous birthdays" widget informed me that today is the good explorer's birthday. as he was born in 1888, he would be 117 today. happy birthday, sir. consider my tail duly set between my legs.