happy birthday, sigmund freud. and seriously, i mean happy birthday. i think you need to lighten up just a bit, for real. i mean, why so grumpy? after all, you're the father of psychoanalysis. it's all because of you that millions of nominally interested psychology students have slept through countless lectures about repressed sexuality and transference. plus, you are wearing a sweet looking tweed suit and smoking a cigar, all the while smugly knowing that your middle name is Schlomo. SCHLOMO? how cool is that? so, here's to you, siggy. hope your big day creeps by in schlow-mo and you figure out a way to forgive your parents for whatever repressed emotions you have so you can actually crack a smile.