I saw this on Scribbling Woman—a motley collection of scanned paperback covers and movie posters from the 50s and 60s (Caution! Many are not work safe!). This stuff brings back fond memories of my youth, when I was dreadfully poor and desperate for stuff to read, and would plow through piles of those lurid paperbacks found in moldy old boxes at garage sales and in, of all places, porn shops. In Seattle, down along 2^nd Avenue, there was a string of seedy porn shops that would have all their garish wares up on racks on the walls, but they'd always have a table in the middle of the store with a pile of random books for sale at really cheap prices—I think the idea was that they could always point to the disorganized crap in a pile and claim that they were a legitimate bookstore. I'd always go straight to the pulp table, where you'd find some splendid copy of The War Against the Rull for ten cents, or where I once found a nice hardback copy of The Idylls of the King for next to nothing.

Anyway, one thing I liked in this collection was this pudgy, cross-eyed panda bear. I strongly empathize with this bear. I also wish I had the whole text, because I'm really curious to know how you could write a whole book about Panda Bear Passion without filling it with lots of zoological detail on the Ailuropoda.

That image has been cropped. If you insist, though, and are mature enough to view a bare breast without panicking, here's the whole thing.

You know, it could also make for a pretty good logo for the Panda's Thumb. Or Pandagon.