I'm really, really sorry about the quality of tonight's posts. And I'm not doing the falsely humble bit, where I say something like that in hopes that you'll all go, "Oh, come on, Jim. These posts gave my life new meaning, such was their beauty, fiber, wisdom, and low-fatness." I'm really not happy with these posts. So you've been warned. If you read them, I don't want anybody blaming me when you die, and God asks exactly why you wasted these precious seconds of your life reading these posts.
That being said, here are a few "meh" posts from the Aug., 1965 issue of 16 magazine, which as we all know is the only magazine devoted to the squaring of the number four. Or something. They're in black-and-white, which makes them suck so bad your monitor screen may become concave, and they're not all that interesting. I'll try to do better tomorrow.