>Catbert, the evil director of Human Resources, posts a job opening:
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>"Requirements: Candidate must have an I.Q. of 300, two centuries of Unix experience and a track record of winning Nobel prizes."
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>(aside) "90% of my job is convincing people they don't deserve theirs."
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>Next day's strip:
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>Job candidate: "I have all of the job requirements you're looking for. I have an I.Q. of 300, several Nobel prizes, and two centuries of Unix experience, thanks to the time machine and the immortality drug I invented."
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>Catbert: "That's a lot of words for 'too old'."

Too old. I'll be 66 next week and I hardly feel a day over 89. :)) The big question is: How the heck did I get here so fast?