When I bought a beer yesterday at the grocery store, the cashier asked for my ID and I laughed a little and gave it to her. Then she said, “Wait, what? How old are you?” after she looked at the date.

“I’m 42,” I said.

“Huh, wow,” she replied.

Here’s an actual decent selfie taken a couple of months ago, though it doesn’t really matter when it was taken since I’ve looked pretty much the same since I was 22 or so. First one I’ve ever posted on this blog, I believe.

I look kinda like a priest because I’m in my full business goth get-up in that photo. Yep, that’s what I wear to work when it’s cool enough. I do weird abstruse rituals with computers so it makes some sort of sense.