Showing posts with label trading cards. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trading cards. Show all posts

Saturday, December 17, 2011

In Space, No One Can Hear You Rock Out!

"I told you, man, that stove is hot!"
Oh, man, flashback and a half! Yesterday I traded a couple paperbacks for a couple paperbacks, but the 'bookmark' I found inside Robertson Davies' Fifth Business made me feel like I ripped off the customer. Riker's face is just begging to be photoshopped elsewhere.

Axel Rose-Riker: "Nothing last's forever, except the vast, cold depths of spaaaace."

 Or maybe photoshopped into a crowd of cats with a caption that reads: "Holy C0w, dat wurz a gd 1!"

Long sigh.

Nevertheless, the possibilities are many.

And, you're welcome.