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Super Tuesday

Tuesday, Mar. 02, 2004 - 8:50 a.m.

Today is Super Tuesday. I don't feel like discussing politics at all today, except to say I voted absentee, and to watch out for wolves in sheep's clothing.

So, instead, I'll show you something I found in an old IKEA catalog.

Now, mind you, I really have no explanation as to why I save old IKEA catalogs; I think it's genetic, as Mom saved old Sears catalogs, such as the one she used to purchase the clothing I wore to my First Day Of School.

Anyway, here's what I found:


Page 211 Here is page 211 of the IKEA catalog from the year 2000. It features a dollhouse, the furnishings for that dollhouse, and the family that lives there.



Dollhouse

Here is a close up of the dollhouse itself. It's only ten dollars, because it's made of cardboard, like a bankers' box. You can see the family living in it, going about their business.



At Rest

Did I say business?... One of the dolls is actually sitting in the reading room with its pants down. I'm not sure how that got past the editors of an American edition of this catalog, but there it is.

Americans are so paralytically afraid of bodily functions, it's a wonder bathrooms are even allowed to be photographed. Anyway. here ya go. I thought it was funny. :)

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My weight continues to decline steadily, although it's not doing so at the swan dive speed of the first dizzying days. I'm healthy, and glad to be seeing results, and missing my starches less and less.

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And finally, a little thing but a big thing: A new episode of NYPD Blue tonight! Yay!

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