Another burned supper.
Trying too hard.

Was it because of Valentine's Day or what?

Last week I chuckled when I looked over at my TBR pile and saw the following titles in close proximity to one another:

The Other Hollywood: The Uncensored Oral History of the Porn Film Industry, by Legs McNeil;

Snuff, by Chuck Palahniuk;

Intercourse: Stories, by Robert Olen Butler; and

Sex Collectors: The Secret World of Consumers, Connoisseurs, Curators, Creators, Dealers, Bibliographers, and Accumulators of "Erotica," by Geoff Nicholson.

All in all in put me in mind of the Simpsons episode where Homer comes home with a bag of porno magazines, panty liners, illegal fireworks, and an enema, and as Marge unnpacks the bag, she says, "I don't know what you had planned for tonight, Homer, but count me out." And yes, I am aware that this is a slightly sacrilegious Ash Wednesday post. But my mother doesn't have internet access and no one's going to tell her, right?