This year's edition of the traditional post. Here, what I write (odometer updated) every year:
Fifty-four today, this guy. When we met in 5th grade forty-six years ago neither of us predicted the weirdest year of our lives would be 2015.
So this year it's been forty-six years since we met, and this year makes last year look normal, though as always, this: twenty-two years ago Landru was the first human not Earthgirl or me or a doctor or a nurse to hold Planet.