Okay, one last thing, and then I really am going to bed.

Look at James Lileks' Bleat today, and scroll down to the wartime ad at the bottom, and you'll find dopplegangers of Michael Slusser and me in a bygone era. Eerie in their likenesses, I think. They got Michael's smug look of self-satisfaction in his intellectual superiority down, as well as my own perpetual expression of confusion and paranoia coupled with a hat which well expresses my juvenile puckishness. And a medal.

Anyway, check it out. It's kind of creepy, in a lot of ways.