It’s still more than a month until Valentine’s Day, but love, like vanity, is a 24-7, 365 kinda thing. Besides, I have a feeling we won’t be feeling very loving after Iowa and New Hampshire this year. So, let’s get a jump in things, yes?
At first I thought this plate was referring to someone who enjoyed acting out the part of a poorly made-up lizard man nemesis of James T. Kirk. Then I realized it was a declaration of someone’s love of running. That is much, much better.
Which kind? India stains badly if one is not careful, but it does have a certain…Victorian charm I suppose. Ball-point ink is an underappreciated artistic medium. And tattoos are, well, ubiquitous. But, considering I love the Beatles, I can’t get too self-righteous about folks loving things that are everywhere these days.
The Mountain? Really?!? The Hound, I could see, but the Mountain was a right proper bastard from the get-go. Poor form, sir/madam, poor form.