They live!

My parents just moved out of the house I lived in through high school, college, grad school, and meeting Ben-- it was all quite sad, since I get intensely distraught when told I can never re-enter or revisit a certain place (I am still sad, for example, that they closed the Long John Silver's I used to frequent in Streetsboro). But one fascinating tidbit did arise from the move-- I went over on Sunday to help them empty out the remainders that the movers had left behind, and taped to the inside of the closet doors in my bedroom, I found these-- the two original Mark Harmon photos that sparked my long, odd journey into celebrity harrassment and subsequent receipt of celebrity hate mail.

See how they're shiny? I told you they were laminated.