During w00tstock last week, I mentioned that I was turning 38 this week.
After the show, Anne told me that I was, in fact, turning 39. In the few seconds that it took me to do some math, I lost a year of my life.
Apparently, this is the sort of thing that happens when you get to be my age, which is … 39.
So happy birthday to me, NASA, Geddy Lee, and everyone else who was born on July 29th, especially those of us who escaped from our mothers in 1972.