From hilzoy:

Otherwise, she would have to tell her child that sex involves putting a Snuffleupagus into a Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, and the poor kid's head would explode.

Apparantly all pictures of eyes hash to the same bucket in my head, because this morning I saw this icon:



and thought it was a post by this person:

.

until late this afternoon.

The whole thing makes me think of this tuesday night dinner invitation that my housemate Max Davis wrote, years ago.

The presumption of the blogger is that anyone else is interested.

Is this sin of pride forgivable?

I don't know.

Well, that was so boring that even I didn't keep writing it. I'll have to try something else.