...I feel like I did for the last 4 or 5 years, pretty much without difference.
my birthday was acknowledged by phone by my biological father (but not the person I consider my father), by email (actually "myspace message," ugh) by a friend in England, in person by a clerk at the video store (she didn't see my ID, but apparently it's tied to my account. I got a free rental), in a few forum postings by a few people I don't really known on the DROD forums, and in IM by a friend-I've-never-met-in-person in Minnesota (I know her from an MMORPG I used to play).
good coverage of media. not a good head count, but I didn't hold a party like I might have in Austin. but then again:
I guess I don't really celebrate my birthday anymore. I dunno. for many years, it was the last holiday I still acknowledged after my mom died. but this year I just worked, rented some movies, and watched a couple tv premieres I didn't want to miss. I was invited to dinner by my "father", but didn't want to go out tonight... nothing against him, but I wasn't going to miss Smallville unless Tina Fey asked me out.
my friend in England, though, did give me some good ideas about what kind of life I'm missing by being lazy... so naturally, I'll talk about changing, then get tired and read some more and watch some more tv and work too much and days will pass by uncounted, and suddenly I'll be 38 and still feeling guilty inside somewhere. or something like that.