David Eckstein, clearly buggered by this Inception-level poopoo.
At this point, the author pauses to pose a question most hypothetical: you, most handsome or beautiful reader -have you lost weight?- would you prefer a blog post supplemented with visual affirmation that your humble recorder of the fates was "there" (which is purely metaphysical nonsense!)? Of course not. How droll.
Besides, if a picture's worth a thousand words, I think Bret would be fairly pissed if I posted two images and called it a night. Onward we go, lovable reader, onward to the past.
