For anchasta's birthday, Rob and I sought far and wide to procure an early medieval artifact (wore large amounts of metal, rode horses, tickled dragons, etc.)
The reason for all this effort? This scrap of a manuscript may very well be a prophecy of her birth.

( Behold the holy relic.... )

From "Drunk Thoughts" 2006:
"Darwin's sitting right next to God. Once in awhile Darwin reaches over, taps him on the shoulder and says, "Nah, give up. This one's mine."
--Rachel