A Service to my Readers.

I love you all, Dear Readers. You know that. But I feel that I must be honest with you, as only a true friend can be, so here goes:

You are inadequate. If you doubt me, go here, put in your age, peruse the results, and accept your cosmic inadequacy.

But it's all good, because the rub here is that I am cosmically inadequate too. (Among other things, I'm just four years shy of the age Mozart had reached when he shuffled off this mortal coil.) So remember Sturgeon's Law, folks: we're all in the lower 90%!

(via, who else, John Scalzi.)