Copies of the new Ikea catalogue appeared in the apartment foyer today. I, like the automaton that Fight Club would suggest I am (So I wonder: what kind of bench defines me as person?), picked one up to have a leaf-through.

I opened the catalogue and found this kid on a Jasper bench. Is it weird that I also thought it could pass muster serving a dual purpose as a gaming bench and a gynecological exam chair? Yes, I suppose it is.

Bonus: Fight Club footage after the break.