a couple of weeks ago i brought my stack of cool magazine pages and my 1-inch punch into the living room to do some inchie preparation while watching who-knows-what. these are the fruit of that labor. they were just sitting pretty on my desk and i grabbed them and started gluing them down. i suppose i could tell a story for each one. who knows why we gravitate toward the images that we do? it is fun whether i understand it or not. and, dudes, inchies are kewl!