Goonies never say die

OK, here's the thing. I couldn't figure out how to hook up my scanner to my laptop and the scanner at work didn't work and I RAN OUT OF TIME TO FIND ANOTHER SCANNER and so instead I took pictures of my old pictures and uploaded them to Flickr and if you have a problem with it I DON'T CARE. Sigh.

When I was a kid, I was deathly afraid of anyone in a costume. Mickey Mouse, Santa Claus, even Chuck E. Cheese. I'm pretty sure my parents must have bribed me with a pony or something in order to get me to pose for this picture:

Do you see the terror in my eyes? DO YOU? The moral of the story is: don't trust strangers, especially grown ups in mouse costumes.

Kids in mouse costumes are OK, though. See:

And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues.

This is the best week here at The Collective, the best week because I DON'T HAVE TO WRITE ANYTHING.



Caption away, kids, because if you don't caption, you don't win PRIZES. And everyone knows PRIZES are the key to eternal happiness.

Caution: Photo Features Cowbells

I'm going to blame my parents for this one.



(Caption it. If we like yours best, you'll get a super special PRIZE!)

Can somebody tell me what kind of a world we live in, where a man dressed up as a BAT gets all of my press?

Your Monday just got a whole lot better, because guess what? This week we're having a contest! With prizes! We'll each be posting childhood pictures of ourselves and all you have to do is caption them, LOL or otherwise. We'll announce the winners on Friday, and then PRIZES.

Here's me at eight, circa 1986.



Plus, because I have no shame and a trunk of goodies from childhood that I refuse to throw away, here's me at twenty-nine, circa yesterday. Actually I do have a little shame. Despite Amy's most ardent begging I refused to wear purple tights.

Phone in in, assholes.

To further prove that we're assholes, we forgot to post Phone It In this week. It's been a helluva week at Collective HQ. Kat! turned 30, Jennie! went to see her first ever midnight movie (The Dark Knight), Abigail! flew to San Francisco for BlogHer, and Heather! organized all her Google platforms. Anyhoodle, tell us what makes YOU an asshole, so we can all be assholes together.