I'd hope my opponent uses this picture against me if I ever run for political office.

Just when you might be thinking a little too highly of yourself, your brother finds a childhood Halloween photo in which you look like a panda that has just happily devoured a sloth. Wearing ruffles and tights.

Here's to being never too concerned with our own nobility.

Happy Halloween.

"I am the famous Wang Hao!"

You know he uses that line to pick up girls, too.

Word.

Glorious words, which must sound even better when Brits are excitedly extrapolating upon them. I've been trying for the last five minutes to pronounce that one and still can't.

*

. She laughed. "It won't last. Nothing lasts. But I'm happy now."
. "Happy," I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words, like Love that I have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don't have much faith in them and I am no exception – especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive and far too relative when you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap and Phony. I feel at home with these, because they're scrawny and easy to pin, but the big ones are tough and it takes either a priest or a fool to use them with any confidence.
-trd, 55

There Were Bunkers on the Hill

"You were always in a perpetual state of fear. Anybody who says they weren’t afraid was a damn liar. ... We didn’t know what morale was; we just knew we had to be there.” -Papa

the only girl i've ever loved
was born with roses in her eyes
but then they buried her alive
one day in 1945
with just her sister at her side
and only weeks before the guns
all came and rained on everyone
-jm

eisenhower said in the war
he kept her picture in his pocket that was closest to his heart
and when he hit shore,
must have been a target for the gunman
-w