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I have finally done it. I am the proud possessor of a queen-size, premium quality, 600 fill, European eco-down DUVET! DUVET! You heard me. DUVET! I can barely believe it myself. It is better than I could have imagined. It's not heavy, like the European ones I thought I preferred, but no matter - it is perfect and fluffy and warm, and I am totally glad I took advantage of the post-xmas sales and bought it (and my lovely blue duvet cover). DUVET! I am poor now, but rich in warmth.

On a totally different note, I am reminded of this by the Simpsons episode I am watching, where they introduce creationism into the schools:

When I was in grad school, we read Origin of the Species. So we're sitting there at the seminar table, talking about Darwin, and evolution, and the application of reason to science (as opposed, say, Aristotle's idea of how the heart works which, let me tell you, is *not* how the heart works). And one of the women at the table pipes up, "And of course, it's widely known that Darwin's theory is incorrect." And we all slooowly turn our heads, and look at her, wondering what sort of creationist madness is about to come forth next. And then her eyes get really big, and she's like, "Oh, I mean there are other theories of evolution!" Because she was a biologist, see, and knew a lot more about the subject than we liberal arts majors did. Close call! Yay science!