Really! It's a real book, I didn't Photoshop it or nothing. It's time we brought HP out in the open--well, not literally--and discussed it like rational adults. You don't know what it's like having to endure the snickers, the pointing, the behind-the-back giggling. Neither do I. Sigh. So I figured a strategically-place book such as the above would allow visitors to connect invisible, fraudulent dots. The only flaw in this plan is that I don't have visitors. And Bernice can't read.