You may or may not have noticed that I seldom, if ever,  predict, apologize for, justify, explain, or otherwise mention  whether my blogging will be light or heavy or whatever. I'm pretty sure no one gives a great damn. Not to mention that  it is a security violation  to announce plans.

I make an exception here.  Posting pinups  is a cheap and sightly  route to fresh content. The first one was more or less an accident,  a whim after I saw the shot on an internet wander. The others were quick  fillers when I took breaks as  I mowed and chopped and split and trimmed and planted and built.

What I mean to say is this damned place looks about as good as it ever does.

I might mount up again this evening and help y'all ridicule Obama, His Unicorns, and J. Edgar Hoplophobe. Then again, I might not. It depends  on whether  I get tired of sitting on the deck,  sipping, admiring the fruits of honest labor, and reminding myself of what a sterling character I possess.

An illustrated history of WW2

Okay, JInglebob. Only because you asked:

Women in unifrom, or nearly so.

This is +so+ much easier than developing meaningful little essays.

John Wants a Shot of Celery

Keep this up and I'll need to activate the adult content nanny.

Art Frahm was another of the good pinup creators in the innocent age of romantic and sexy  images -- before universal porn in your face. He had a celery fetish, and Lileks wrote a funny piece  about it.


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What gun for polar bear?

Well I was googling, and...

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