And in that conversation with the aforementioned Buffi, I realized that today is my cockatiel Squeak’s arbitrarily-decided birthday. I actually got him some time in April, but it had been between 11 and 13 weeks since hatching, so I picked February 15 as a likely hatch-date.

So, rock on you pro-tech, anti-pen-and-paper anarchist, noisy, cute birdie: