potentialities

A few weeks ago at work, I was processing a book about Abraham Lincoln and happened to flip to a copy of this picture of him.

Whoa, I thought, transfixed. Abraham Lincoln was hot. The hair. The eyes. The nose. I was smitten.

I was accordingly interested to learn, via pegkerr, about the discovery of a daguerreotype which may be the earliest photograph of Abraham Lincoln. The marvelous hair has been relentlessly tamed into a patent-leather semblance of propriety, and yet, I must confess: I would hit it.

This is less embarrassing than when I fell head over heels for jailbait Bill Gates. But not by much.

I don't even know why I worry about my family thinking I'm weird when they have so clearly given up even wondering about me and the crazy things that I do. My brother didn't even blink when I asked him to scan a page from a juvenile biography of Bill Gates for me. (The scanner is still hooked up to his computer for his Stan Lee paper, in case you were wondering why I was involving him.)

Those of you who have been around here for a while may recall my strange, unhealthy obsession with Bill Gates, which is only rendered all the more completely and utterly inexplicable by the fact that I am a total Mac whore. The new people will have missed out on this particular brand of insanity, and also, possibly, on this picture from his yearbook:



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Feel free to shun me now. I will understand.