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Brainiac is what my Union sister, Sandy,
called me on Facebook, because she thinks
I'm smart, and respects my opinion. We've
known each other for thirty years, and I
performed her daughter's wedding service
at precisely 4:20pm on the Fourth of July,
Independence Day, for symbolic reasons.
The fact that I'm a genius is independently
varifiable, and has long been a source of
contention and angst between myself and
those who think being real smart is all good.
My IQ measures somewhere north of 150,
and believe you me, it can be a real headache.