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Twenty-four years ago I was composed in a rather smelly sugar-glass vat filled with fresh creamery butter. My mother was two German milkmaids (well, one of two, but we were never sure which), and my father was a Mexican bandito on vacation in the German Sugar-Glass-Vats-Filled-With-Fresh-Creamery-Butter Museum. Luckily, being raised in fresh creamery butter does wonderful things for your lifespan, meaning I age at a rate of 19/25 that of normal people.