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Sundays. The Wicker Man is Sunday. Tuesday is Ritual Dismemberment.

I had a dispute with a neighbor about my religion. They claimed that in this day and age it was backwards to construct a giant figure out of wicker, fill it with people, and burn it for the glory of Crom Cruach. Eventually they warmed to the idea.

Back 'fore the world wide web, long before the eternal September, before even Usenet had started to spread a whole lot out, button down homebody housewives the length and breadth of the United States were carefully typing out scorching hot Kirk/Spock stories and sending them to fanzines. Kitchen floors were slipperier than when Gomer Pyle got his own show. I don't think they even bothered with the MM tag then, because it was all two fisted man action. It was a golden age, and I missed it. Ahh well. At least I got to see Gummi Bears before whatever bastard reboot they're undoubtedly about to unleash on an unsuspecting world rendered numbly compliant by the internet friendly pony hijinks. The golden age is done. The dark age is coming and it is Gummi shaped.