I'm embellishing a bit for the sake of narrative, but the sense of the following is correct. Last night, I dreamed that Jon, Phillip, Zamphir, and I were sitting around a dining room table. We were without beer, but were waiting for some to arrive. Jon and Phillip kept morphing back and forth between their real-life selves (which I've only seen in pictures) and, respectively, Rob Reiner and comic Phillip. Z was dressed in his mad scientist outfit, but his image was otherwise stable.

We were discussing the fact that Gary is my evil twin. This is something Gary says is true in real life: take, for instance, my web page photo, subtract a few years, add a moustache, and I'm Gary. (I think one also needs to replace teardrop style eyeglass frames with rectangular frames, but I'm not sure.)

Jon agreed that I look a lot like Gary. Characteristically, Zamphir had his doubts. Phillip was too unstable to have an opinion. That sentence is intended to have all of its possible meanings. At that point, my daughter came into the bedroom singing "Twinkle, twinkle, little star" at the top of her lungs. Unfortunately, it was before the beer arrived.

Using advanced age-regression technology, I can now let you, the Goats forum viewer, decide for yourself. On the left is a picture of me taken six or seven years ago. The background has been shopped; the original photo was taken in a colleague's backyard, not in the Grand Tetons near Jackson Hole, Wyoming. However, the image of me was not altered. In fact, it's one of the few pictures of me in recent years which doesn't show my psoriasis.

On the right, is what I would look like if I followed Gary's instructions above. Those of you who know Gary's real appearance should judge for yourselves.

I'm not sure about Gary, but that looks like...him [goats.com]!

Actually I think you look more like a younger Steve Forbes (dapper hat notwithstanding.)

"Twinkle Twinkle" is one of those songs that the world would be better off without. Its damp and loathsome tentacles squickle their way into every area of pre-school life, leaving none they touch (or anyone touched by them, like a horribly cheerful virus) un-squickled.

I propose that from now on we teach our future moppets The Who's "Pinball Wizard" instead. There may be some scattered pockets of resistance, but these anti-Pinball-Wizard counterrevolutionaries will be overwhelmed, Che Guevara-like, in time.

I tried this with my daughter, but she can't get much past the first chorus - and the subversive bastards at her day care went ahead and taught her Twinkle Twinkle anyway. Curses!

In Response to polyester (#30830):

I propose that from now on we teach our future moppets The Who's "Pinball Wizard" instead.

I tried a variation of this with my high school marching band. The director was curiously unwilling to let us perform a show involving even the Overture, despite the fact that said piece is already scored for orchestra.

We also did not get to play "Call me Al." My high school life was full of intense disappointments.

In Response to polyester (#30830):

I think you look more like a younger Steve Forbes

Ew. Did I insult you in some previous life that you would go so far as to say this about me?
Besides, if you saw me in profile, you wouldn't think there was any resemblance.

When my daughter sings "Twinkle twinkle", I just tell myself that she's preparing herself to learn Mozart's piano variations (K265/300e). I would teach her the French lyrics ("Ah! Vous Dirai-Je, Maman"), but I couldn't pronounce them correctly if a gun were held to my head.

And frankly, I'd rather hear her sing "Twinkle, twinkle" than the unmentionable tune you ... mentioned.

In Response to Llamarama (#30824):

No, thats from Jon's admitted ability to draw a very few number of different characters. You may notice that also looks like Hitler.