Perhaps I should change the name of this thing...
Nah. I'll just say this:

It can only happen in reality. Nobody's screwed up enough to make this stuff up.

Oh, yeah, just thought I'd warn y'all; there are going to be a lot of very pointless and aimless posts tonight. I've had a fantabulistic weekend. Truly. Absolutely spiff. And I've been making cookies. Because I'm always making cookies. Even when I'm not, I'm really making cookies. I'm making cookies right now, in fact, you just can't see me.

And metaphorical cookies are still cookies, goshdarnit. Don't argue with me.