I Must Be Adopted

This is my sister. She received 100% of our family's 'Hotness Genes', leaving none for me. I'm only slightly bitter about it.

Doesn't she look like she should be a pinup for what the boys were fighting for in WW2?

I'd like to turn this into a vintage-style poster for her sometime, if I had the skills.


Sis, I apologize for posting this without permission, but it was too fun a pic not to! She lives in Cleveland, but I'm sorry Kato, she's married.

So Very Wrong

I was at a bookstore the other day, browsing through the calendars. Brothers and sisters, there were a lot of calendars. None of them jumped out to make me want to purchase them, except perhaps Extreme Ironing. There were several displays of 2008 calendars, all parallel to one another. I'd catch a glimpse of one, and head to the next display to check it out, only to discover it was dull and boring upon closer inspection.

Just beyond the calendar displays were the bargain books, on all sorts of topics from art, history, architecture, and so on. At first glance, I was horrified to see what I thought was this:
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But it turned out to be a historical book, not a calendar. Can you imagine the sort of person who would want gruesome atrocities on the wall, A NEW GRISLY SCENE EACH MONTH?? Run away!