A couple of decades worth of unflattering-bordering-on-humiliating childhood photos and a whole lot more about me than I ever wanted you to know can be found in this extremely affectionate and sweet tribute by my apparently very longtime friend Eric Paul "capsuper" Johnson, who is not usually prone to all this sentimental hubbub so he must really mean it. 30 years can really wear on a person. I don't know what I'm more grateful for--the things he said, or the things he generously did not say. I'm gonna say "B".

I share it with you, dear reader, because I am simply too tired to know better. Later I'm sure I'll have a more appropriate response. On the 40th anniversary I want a cake. And a pony. And a pony made of cake.