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.