I’m sorry, but I was up at 5 putting the finishing touches on two exams I’m giving this afternoon, and which I have to get graded by tomorrow morning, because I’m giving a third exam tomorrow, which also has to be graded quickly. I’m in a bit of a haze right now, but I feel a need to comment on this:
Ultra-creepy millionaire Bryan Johnson has increased his creepiness score ten-fold by hooking up a machine to his penis every night to record its unconscious activity, and worst of all, is bragging about it on the internet. He’s spending $2 million per year to try and game aging, getting scores on arbitrary metrics that he can point to and brag that his body parts have different ages.
Now he wants to have the penis of an 18 year old.
He claims he now has the heart of a 37-year-old, the skin of a 28-year-old, and the fitness of an 18-year-old.
I know it’s an old joke, but where does he keep them? In jars on his mantelpiece?
I apologize again. My only excuse is that I’m addled with exhaustion and will be getting no respite until next week.
Hey, I’d look younger than my age if I could spend a few million dollars to hire people to write and grade these exams.