My wife, in a brazen attempt to head off the Anne Boleyn effect, produced an heir and a spare. It’s just as well; imagine me Christmas shopping for a daughter:
60 percent of the time, that sales pitch works every time.
There was an old Twilight Zone episode I vaguely remember. Burgess Meredith wants to be left alone with his books. He gets his wish, society is wiped out in a nuclear holocaust, and he finds himself alone in the world with no one to bother him. He enters a library, a kind of heaven. But his coke-bottle glasses are broken, and he discovers the need for other people, but it’s too late.
The Internets are like that library, if you’re not careful. Picking through the world and everything in it, until God breaks your glasses. Still; what wonders it shows me from time to time.
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