And then, there's a bearded fetus.

I would like to point out that I utterly FAIL at keeping up with every other thing in my life, INCLUDING my doctor's appointments, but I squee like a little girl and stay up long past my bedtime to keep up with this. Just saying.

I love how Christian takes the opportunity to call Jeff every bad name he can come up with. I ache at the years of history here and all the tangling and longing and pain and bittersweetness that go with them. On the one hand, these are such thumbnail sketches and on the other hand, there's such a depth and breadth of landscape to them.

Shiny, shiny, shiny...