June 19th, 2005

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We're going to go see Star Wars in just a bit. Fortunately, I have appropriate wear, a t-shirt that Ginger got me at GenCon a couple of years ago, which says "You don't need to look at my chest. These aren't the breasts you're looking for. Move along." (And, actually, thanks to the internet, there's a picture of it here. Alas, there is not a picture of me in the shirt.)