Apologies for leaving the place unchaperoned the past few days (although you kids have been remarkably well behaved — I expected to find a pizza affixed to the ceiling and a hairline crack in my Steuben glass egg). The week is turning into an Interstate 5-style pile-up of meetings and deadlines, and my efforts to get Pastor Swank to guest blog have so far been unsuccessful, so posting may be light for the next few days.
And now, in accordance with our laws and our traditions, I have left an example of vintage typewriter-related erotica below the fold. Enjoy.