It's pitiful, I know. When anything proves to be less than popular, I keep coming back to it. The psychology behind it all is too banal, too depressing. But so is all psychology. No, I kid psychology, but I love psychology, dammit. Psychology is why we do stuff, after all, and mostly don't do stuff. It's wonderful to know. But it just doesn't do a damn bit of good. It's like if I had one of those prints of my own DNA, like they had on the O.J. Simpson Show. It's really cool and stuff, but like what do you do with it? Larger version here. Link to a picture of Bart Morris, but not the real Bart Morris here.