First, I need to seriously filter my posting or find a venue more appropriate to a more or less constant stream-of-consciousness style of writing. Unfortunately I am way too long-winded for Twitter.
Unrelated: when I was really young (no idea how old but no older than about three because I don't remember my brother being around yet) my mother made a costume for a skit being done at my day-care centre. It was for 'Hey Diddle Diddle' and the costume was a tinfoil spoon. I distinctly recall being disappointed that it wasn't for me, even though if it was I would probably earnestly desire the destruction of all photos of me wearing it.
Also unrelated: why does Blogspot randomly delete or drop words on me? It makes it look like I'm borderline illiterate...
Really, really unrelated: MC Escher paintings are trippy. MC Escher paintings reproduced in three dimensions with Legos make me wonder for the future of mankind. And are even trippier.
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