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08 Oct 20:01

Anything can be a sexy Halloween costume.

10 Oct 20:17

Brunton Power Knife

Traditional handymen never leave home without a trusty, multi-tool pocket knife. Modern day digital handymen don't leave home without the Brunton Power Knife. Measuring just four and a half inches...

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14 Nov 22:37

Photo by John Margolies

Cary Renquist

I think that I recall that at our little county fair when I was a kid.

Photo by John Margolies

12 Aug 15:59

danagould: Two years ago, I was performing at The Punchline in...


Two years ago, I was performing at The Punchline in San Francisco, and Robin came to the show with our mutual friend, Dan Spencer.

This particular batch of material was the first time I had touched upon my then still-fresh divorce wounds, and big chunks of it were pretty dark. The next day, I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. Whoever it was had obviously been to the show and knew my number, so I figured they would reveal themselves at some point and save me the embarrassment of asking who they were.

The Mystery Texter asked how I was REALLY doing. “You can’t fool me. Some of those ‘jokes’ aren’t ‘jokes.” By now I knew that whoever this was had been through what I was enduring, as no one else would know to ask, “What time of day is the hardest?”

He wanted to know how my kids were handling it, all the while assuring me that the storm, as bleak as it was, would one day pass and that I was not, as I was then convinced, a terrible father for visiting a broken home upon my children.

I am not rewriting this story in retrospect to make it dramatic. I did not know who I was texting with. Finally, my phone blipped, and I saw, in a little green square, “Okay, pal. You got my number. Call me. I’ve been there. You’re going to be okay. - Robin.”

That is what you call a human being.

12 Aug 16:21

rikaer: A Russian cosmonaut has posted stunning pictures of the...


A Russian cosmonaut has posted stunning pictures of the supermoon, giving a preview to one of the most dramatic space events of the year. On Sunday, stargazers will be able to view the biggest and brightest moon in 20 years.

12 Aug 19:37

Next time you go walking around barefoot in the water…

Cary Renquist

I go barefoot as much as possible... Is there a land version of these?

Next time you go walking around barefoot in the water…

09 Jun 18:43


09 Jun 19:47

I feel this is necessary to show people who are non-christians that we aren't all homophobes.

09 Jun 21:10


30 May 23:35

Its that time

02 Jun 21:01

Surprise Motherfucker

08 Jun 21:30


02 Jun 13:43


Cary Renquist

Great job CIA

03 Jun 15:30


04 Jun 14:58

An English brewery donates a sizable amount of fresh beer for...

An English brewery donates a sizable amount of fresh beer for the troops fighting in Normandy and a unique delivery method is created, strapping kegs to the underwings of Spitfires being shipped to forward airfields. Flying at 12,000 feet chills the brew to perfection. The troops love it, but the British Ministry of Revenue and Excise steps in and informs the brewer that it is in violation of law to export beer without paying taxes on it. End of “authorized” beer runs. June 13, 1944 

04 Jun 22:22

zoomin >:)

zoomin >:)

07 Jun 15:23

tastefullyoffensive: After 19 years, Bill Watterson, the...


After 19 years, Bill Watterson, the reclusive creator of Calvin and Hobbes returns to cartooning as a secret guest artist in Stephan Pastis’ Pearls Before Swine (read the whole story on Stephan’s blog).

26 May 02:13

She knows what she did... Can't stay mad at that face though!

Cary Renquist

I wonder how deep the hole was?
Our golden used tunnel in deep enough that all you saw was his tail sticking out.

26 May 01:24

Why are the Koch brothers opposing solar energy?

by David Brin

General Stanley McChrystal (ret), in a TED talk, makes his brief but cogent “military case for sharing knowledge,” surprising all with his call for general transparency.

MCCHRYSTAL-TED-sharingOf course there are a million ramifications and complexities that cannot fit into a TED talk. It is a complex world and our Protector Caste has genuine needs for tactical (short term) secrecy. But needs become excuses for bad habits that are self-defeating over the longer term … and that could ultimately lead to Big Brother. There must be an ultimate trend toward an open world, and Gen. McChrystal makes about as strong a case as you could in a ten minute TED.

“I am more scared of the bureaucrat that holds information in a desk drawer or in a safe than of someone who leaks, because ultimately we’ll be better off if we share.”

Oh, for a more in-depth appraisal of this new era, see (of course) The Transparent Society.

== Those who want to shut down both light and enlightenment ==

koch-solarThe Yiddish word “chutzpah” means gall and utterly arrogant nerve. It should be re-spelled to “koch-spah” after this news… that the ever-meddlesome Koch brothers are now funding a major campaign against state efforts to ramp up solar energy.

It would be one thing if they limited their attacks to ending tax rebates and minor subsidies for solar and wind… hypocritical, given how much they have benefited from vastly larger oil-gas-coal subsidies, tax breaks and almost free access to resources on public lands.

No, they are also targeting “net metering” which is the law allowing a homeowner who owns a rooftop solar unit to sell excess power back to the utility.

KOCH-SOLAR-ENERGYPlease read that again. The Koch brothers do not want you selling your excess power to the market. Their beef is with filling energy markets with millions of little-guy producers. Their “institute” proclaims that its aim is to “preserve the public utility power company concept” — a state mandated monopoly system in which single companies control all access to energy. Some enterprise capitalists! Some libertarians!

But let’s dig deeper to the heart of it. WHY are the Kochs (and their Saudi partners) doing this right now? Because solar energy is taking off. Because efficiency and durability of photovoltaics have been skyrocketing, in part because we had the wisdom to use some mild incentives to boost an important new industry, the way the U.S. Postal contracts stimulated air travel, in the 1920s, or public roads spurred the rise of the automobile.

Only with this difference: renewable energy systems are improving far faster than airplanes or automobiles did, in their nascent days. And more spectacular tech advances loom on the horizon, that the Kochs can see coming fast.

citizen-solar-powerDig it well. They would not be doing this if renewables weren’t taking off and a looming threat to the brothers’ bottom line. Millions of autonomous citizens, generating and selling their own power is no longer a sci fi pipe dream. It is coming true fast…

…and parasitic dinosaurs are bellowing.

== focus where it hurts ==

Let’s get down to absolute fundamentals: what must shrink is ability of oligarchy to “capture” and corrupt government. Given how deeply committed the Koch brothers are, to meddling and altering our elections, we might want to show it goes both ways, by becoming aware of which products in your neighborhood store augment their Georgia-Pacific empire:

Koch-ProductsKOCH BRANDS: Brawny, Angel Soft, Quilted Northern, Soft ‘n’ Gentle, Dixie cups/plates/etc, Sparkle/Vanity Fair/Zee napkins.

OTHER BRANDS: Charmin, Cottonelle, Scott, Bounty, Viva, Hefty cups/plates/etc, Kleenex/Bounty/Scott napkins.

Hmmm. Print it out. Keep it next to your shopping list. Make up your own minds.

== Bad Democratic Oligarchs? ==

This article in the Washington Free Beacon, Oligarchy in the 21st Century, pushes the meme — and with some fascinating anecdotal support (!) — that democrats do oligarchy, just as much as republicans do! And indeed, the essay is worth reading, with some informative moments… except a conclusion that is warped and sick and just plain wrong.

Actually, it’s kind of sad, revealing something dark in this writer’s core, that he assumes rich democrats must have the same reasons for donating to liberal causes as wealthy donors on the right.

To him, the only conceivable reason that a rich person would donate money would be self-interest, cheating and greed. But the narrative does not wash when Bill Gates and Warren Buffett publicly proclaim “my class should be paying higher taxes.”

There is another possible motive. Love of a country and civilization and middle-class society that was very good to them.

== Military Matters ==

The US Navy is showing off, announcing the deployment on-ship of a close-defense laser system and the imminent shipboard testing of a railgun system.

140410101202-navy-railgun-story-bodyYou might recall the dramatically exaggerated depiction of a railgun in one of the Transformers flicks. Railguns use electromagnetic energy known as the Lorenz Force to launch a projectile between two conductive rails. The high-power electric pulse generates a magnetic field to fire the projectile with very little recoil. Many sci fi tales have portrayed rail guns used either in space combat or as great big electromagnetic launch systems, hurling cargoes from the Moon or even from Earth. The development of smaller scale guns for the military was an intermediate step, necessary in several ways.

Combine all this with the Navy’s new Zumwalt class destroyer and you can see how advanced a service got that was not crushed and half-ruined by a decade of brutally self-destructive and pointless land wars of attrition in Asia.

Here’s a thought-provoking essay on how empires — mostly spread by military means — do allow (for all their faults) greater safety from violence and opportunities for trade and development. There are feedback loops and ironies. I do not agree in all ways! But interesting.

Defend civilization, especially the ways in which ours has been unlike any others.

25 May 18:21

SC pastor accused of turning Bible college into forced labor camp for foreign students

by David Edwards

The president of a South Carolina Bible college was charged last week with essentially treating foreign students as slaves by forcing them to perform work for little or no pay.

According to The Sun News, federal prosecutors filed a criminal complaint against Cathedral Bible College President Reginald Wayne Miller, accusing him of forced labor.

An affidavit included with the complaint said that students “described a pervasive climate of fear in which their legal status as non-immigrant students was in constant jeopardy, at the sole discretion of Dr. Miller, who threatened expulsion and therefore termination of their legal presence in the United States for noncompliance with his demands.”

Students told investigators that classes at the school “were not real,” and that the real purpose of the school was to force them to work over the maximum of 20 hours per week that federal law allows for student visas. The students alleged that Miller often forced them to live in substandard conditions without hot water, heat or air-conditioning.

The complaints said that students worked over 50 hours a week, and often received no pay, even though some had been promised $100 a week. Several students said that they were paid $50 a week for 40 hours of work or more.

The Friendly Atheist blog quipped that slavery was rampant throughout the Bible, allowing Miller to “still be considered a true man of the Bible.”

Miller was arrested in 2006 on charges of lewdness and prostitution after he exposed himself to an undercover officer in a bathhouse at Myrtle Beach State Park. Records indicated that Miller participated in a pre-trial intervention program, allowing his record to be expunged.

During a Friday appearance at Florence Federal Court House, a federal judge set bail at $250,000. He was also ordered to stay away from Cathedral Bible College, and its students. The former pastor could spend 20 years in jail if convicted.

Watch the video below from WBTW, broadcast May 22, 2014.

25 May 07:09

Video games do a thing that no other industry does...

25 May 13:48

I was the NRA

by TBogg

I was fortunate enough to have been born and to have spent my life living in a part of America where the climate is conducive to outdoor living year-round.

The San Diego of my youth was the fabled “sleepy Navy town” of yore; scrub-filled canyons and mesas extending to the beach and the communities that sprouted up along the coast.

My earliest days, before being shuffled off to Catholic school, were spent at a beach a few blocks away from our home. Because we were poor, a day at the beach with a packed lunch was the locus of cheap entertainment on the days when it was “too nice to be inside watching TV,” which was in black-and-white. My earliest memories are of scurrying along the waterline, my back browned by the sun, digging up sand crabs and putting them into a bucket filled with water and sand into which they would  burrow once again, believing they were safe from large probing toddler hands. When I grew bored they were dumped back into the surf where they no doubt buried themselves again only to someday be temporarily kidnapped once again by another bored child.

I was a born hunter and collector.

Because we were poor, my brother and I fished on Saturday mornings with our dad on his day off because it was cheaper than buying store-bought fish. We were given the choice of early mornings on Crystal Pier or going to St. Brigid’s for Catechism classes. Saturday morning cartoons were not an option. Fishing always won out because Crystal Pier offered hot chocolate, something never found on a nun’s menu. At an early age  we learned to tie a hook,  gaff a fish, and to handle a knife for when cutting was called for. We dropped lobster traps in  what is now called Tourmaline Surf Park, retrieving them late at night, measuring them in the beam of a flashlight, making sure the tasty crustaceans were legal-sized.

When I was eight, I attended gun safety courses put on by the NRA at the local community center where thick-necked men with serious faces and butch haircuts promised us hell and worse if we mishandled a rifle or a shotgun. There was no Eddie Eagle cartoon character who spent his time talking about the 2nd amendment because the important thing was to learn not to shoot yourself or someone else. It was serious people teaching the next generation how to safely hunt and not just how to shoot.

I waited another year before I was actually allowed to carry a shotgun, serving instead an apprenticeship in the field, walking and watching and learning and carrying the kill in the back of my new hunting vest.

When the time came, I was given a .410 single-barreled shotgun by my uncle and spent days at a shooting range learning how to lead and squeeze.

The first time I was allowed to hunt, we were walking a dirt-clod field in Imperial Valley during dove season. In dawn’s very early light, I spotted the distinctive beat-beat-glide of a single dove almost directly above us, but way out of range. After pleading with my father to let me take a shot because I had waited so long, he finally relented. I tracked the bird to the best of my then non-existent experience and pulled the trigger.  Far above us we saw the dove lurch, followed by a small puff of what were no doubt feathers, and then it plummeted to the ground, the victim of an overachieving bb or two that managed to find its mark.

I was a natural born killer.

Depending upon the season, we hunted pheasants, dove, quail, and duck. When it wasn’t hunting season, we fished. On summer nights we walked the edges of the vernal pools that used to dot the parts of San Diego that are now suburbs, gigging frogs for their legs. They really do taste like chicken, as did the rabbits we hunted as they hopped up to those same pools to drink at dusk.

We did this, not for the sport — although there was an element of that — but because it was a way to supplement what we ate.

And we did this for years, raising and breeding hunting dogs, spending hours in the garage at night reloading our own shotgun shells and hand painting decoys.

We felt safe in the field because the NRA had taught us how to be safe; to know where everyone else was when you pulled the trigger, to keep your weapon pointed at the ground, to open the breech and extract the shells if you weren’t hunting, to keep you finger off of the trigger unless you had reason to pull it.

As I grew older I began to notice a different breed of hunter; men who showed up with multiple shotguns as if they were golf clubs needed for specific shots. While most of us wore jeans, t-shirts and hunting vests, these newcomers dressed like they were going on safari, wearing bush hats, shooting jackets (in the 100 degree heat), and cargo pants with more pockets than there existed implements to fill them. You would see them walking the fields; shotgun draped over one arm, can of beer in the other hand. We learned to stay away from them.

For these men hunting was a manhood thing, a way to get in touch with their alpha male, a way to prove they weren’t soft city dwellers and what better way to do that than to get together with some buddies and shoot some guns at whatever moved.

It was no coincidence that, at this same time (this being early seventies), the NRA changed their focus from hunting programs to promoting gun ownership and defending the 2nd Amendment from imaginary enemies.

Each trip afield meant running into more men concerned with the idea of shooting but unburdened with any concept of the etiquette of hunting. For an adult, all you needed was the cash to purchase a gun and a hunting license and you were good to go forth and kill.

The last time my father, my brother, and I hunted together was pheasant hunting in Imperial Valley. We walked the short-grown alfalfa fields hoping to kick up a pheasant, or watched to see our German Shorthaired Pointer, Candy, go on point. When she did we would instruct her to chase the bird until it flew, at which time it was considered “fair game” to shoot it.  Rule of thumb: you do not shoot a bird not in flight. Not cool.

Having worked the field, we returned to our truck to get water. By our truck were several other cars and trucks with hunters standing around talking and smoking and looking for shade in the ninety-degree heat. While we sat on the truck’s tailgate, Candy — ever the worker — kept sniffing around and doing what came naturally to her. Somewhere, possibly by one of the canals that separate many of the fields, she kicked up a pheasant and gave chase, the pheasant running several feet in front of her, refusing to fly.  A large man, decked out in a bush hat, cargo pants, and vest with no shirt — his white skin blotchy and red in the heat — immediately swung his shotgun up despite standing amongst of hunters in all directions and fired off two quick shots at the running bird.  Poor shot that he was, he missed the bird but sent up two large explosions of dirt no more than two feet in front of Candy’s nose as she skidded to a stop.

It was deathly quiet afterwards as everyone looked at him, stunned by what he had done.

My father quickly walked over to him, cursing all the way, grabbed the shotgun out of his hands by grabbing it by the barrel — no doubt burning his hands — and broke it open ejecting the spent shells.  He then threw it end over end into the field. As my father berated him, using words I wasn’t well acquainted with at the time with but have learned to love since then, the hunter (known in family lore now as “The Great White Hunter”). His friends looked away and shuffled their feet, no one daring to come to his defense. I have no doubt, had the man shot and killed Candy, my father would have shot him if he’d had a loaded shotgun in his hand.

Having verbally unloaded on the man who didn’t dare to look upset that his gun was laying  in the field somewhere, my dad said, “Get in the car boys. We’re going home.”

I don’t remember if he said another word during the two-hour drive back to San Diego.

When we got home, we released Candy to the yard while my dad went into the garage and cleaned the pheasants we had shot. Afterward he cleaned the shotguns before sticking them in his bedroom closet without a word.

He never took us hunting again, and we never asked to go.

Years later, when I was working as a roofer, I became friends with a co-worker who loved to hunt and we made plans to go down to the valley for the start of dove season on Labor Day weekend. I stopped by my parents house to pick up the 20-gauge shotgun that my dad bought for me when I turned fifteen; a beautiful pistol-gripped Savage with engraved silver-plating.  It wasn’t there and neither were any of our guns, including the .410 that I used to shoot my first dove.  My mother explained that my father said they were of no use to him anymore so he sold them. The new breed of hunter, the events of that day, made him lose his passion for hunting and he turned to the solitary and more ruminative sport of lake fishing by himself.

I used to hunt and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the hell out of it. But I wouldn’t consider attempting it now, in an age where gun-owners lump AR-15′s in with sporting guns. Where a lousy shooter can disguise his inability to shoot with an extended clip that allows him to keep shooting until he finally hits something, anything. Where hunters feel the need for silencers for God knows what reason.

The NRA has killed off the sportsman with their neglect and replaced him with the gun nut who spends more money on more guns, not out of a desire to feed his family, but to stave off a mythical jack-booted government bogeyman coming to take away those guns. This paranoid vision of America  that the NRA sells is why we have the gun violence that we have today, because no sensible gun legislation can be passed because of what the father of one of Elliott Rodger’s victims described as “craven, irresponsible politicians and the NRA.”

I’m not the NRA poster child that I was at age 8 anymore. I want nothing to do with those people.

I may be a natural born killer, but I’ll be damned if I’ll be an accomplice to murder.

[Vintage photo of boy with an air gun on Shutterstock]

23 May 03:33

A Good Time with a Bad Girl (1967) directed by Barry Mahon

A Good Time with a Bad Girl (1967) directed by Barry Mahon

23 May 14:28

Mentally ill Florida inmate scalded to death by guards, and authorities don’t seem to care

by Travis Gettys

Two years after a mentally ill Florida inmate was found dead, locked in a scalding-hot shower, the autopsy remains incomplete and no charges have been filed.

Darren Rainey was pulled into the shower as punishment June 23, 2012, for defecating in his cell and refusing to clean it up, according to a complaint filed by a fellow inmate at the Dade Correctional Institution.

The other inmate, who worked as an orderly, said the 50-year-old Rainey was locked in the narrow stall for more than an hour with scalding-hot water turned on full blast as he screamed apologies and begged for help.

“I can’t take it no more, I’m sorry,” Rainey screamed. “I won’t do it again.”

Rainey’s body was found face up, and a medical examination revealed his skin was burned so badly it had shriveled away from his body, a condition called slippage.

The inmate/orderly said the shower was large enough to avoid direct contact with the water, but he said the extreme heat would have made the air unbreathable at some point.

He wrote in his complaint that he saw officers carry a “dead naked body” past his cell, and a convicted murderer said he was ordered to clean up the shower after Rainey died.

Maintenance workers disabled plumbing the following week in the shower where Rainey died, the inmate/orderly said.

But the Miami-Dade medical examiner still has not completed an autopsy, and the Florida Department of Corrections has stopped its own investigation until autopsy results are available or police uncover new evidence.

“The exact cause of death has not been determined by the Medical Examiner,” the report said. “Upon receipt of the autopsy report, it will be included in the investigative file.’’

The inspector general’s report said a video camera in the shower area malfunctioned after corrections officer Roland Clark placed Rainey in the shower, and the report said a disc that might have recorded the incident had “malfunctioned.”

“Two years is a very long time to wait to find out why your brother was found dead in a shower,’’ said Rainey’s brother, Andre Chapman.

George Mallinckrodt, a psychotherapist who counseled inmates at Dade Correctional and has filed a formal complaint on Rainey’s death with the U.S. Department of Justice, said guards provoked inmates and then punished them.

“As I became more attuned to inmate abuse, I realized [it] wasn’t just somebody getting beaten,” Mallinckrodt told WLRN-TV. “I did a number of incidence reports on guards that would go by an inmate’s cell and torment them, call them really nasty names — ‘diaper sniper,’ ‘baby raper’ — and then a whole lot of names I can’t repeat.”

He said the inmates would eventually start swearing and yelling back at the guards, who would then write up disciplinary reports on the inmates.

A source told the Miami Herald that corrections officers said Rainey, who was scheduled to be released the following month from his sentence for cocaine possession, died from a heart attack.

The inmate/orderly and two other sources told the newspaper that guards physically abused prisoners in the mental health unit and withheld food from inmates who became unruly.

But inmate Harold Hempstead, a convicted burglar serving decades in prison, said his complaints were returned marked “without action.”

He said investigators, including homicide detectives who looked into Rainey’s death, never spoke to him about the incident.

Another inmate hung himself in September, saying guards had physically and sexually abused him and other prisoners.

Richard Mair, 40, left a suicide note in his underwear that detailed the abuse allegations before hanging himself with braided strips of bedsheets from an air-conditioning vent.

He had been serving a sentence for second-degree murder.

“Life sucks and then you die, but just before I go, I’m going to expose everyone for who and what they are,’’ Mair wrote. “I’m in a mental health facility…I’m supposed to be getting help for my depression, suicidal tendencies and I was sexually assaulted.’’

He said guards – identified by name – gambled on duty, sold cigarettes and marijuana, and forced prisoners to perform sex acts and threatened them if they filed complaints.

The paper reported that it found no evidence the inspector general had investigated any of those claims, but the probe found that guards had failed to adequately check on Mair before his death.

The Miami Herald reported that corrections officials had provided only some of the documents requested by the newspaper, and a spokeswoman said the Department of Corrections would not comment on the prisoner deaths.

But the paper reported that DCI Warden Jerry Cummings and four of his top aides had quietly and temporarily been relieved of their duties last week.

The paper said corrections officials did not explain why Cummings and the other administrators were suspended.

An official with the Teamsters Local 2011 union that represents corrections and probation officers said there had been a recent spike in prison complaints, and he said employee turnover was staggering.

“In general, we have a difficult time retaining good officers,’’ said Les Cantrell, state coordinator of the union. “Assaults on officers have risen and inmates know they are short-staffed, (and) it makes it unsafe for the officers and for the inmates.”

Mallinckrodt said inmates do frequently lie, but he said they sometimes tell the truth.

“You know these guys that are in prison — and definitely deserve to be there — they’re there to pay their debt to society, not to get tortured or beaten or murdered, so I’d like to see that resolved,” Mallinckrodt said.

23 May 23:23


24 May 03:07


Cary Renquist

The most interesting man in the world...

24 May 03:42

Jacque Fresco, from Zeitgeist: Moving Forward  His name is...

Jacque Fresco, from Zeitgeist: Moving Forward 

His name is Jacque Fresco. He’s a futurist and social engineer. He lectures his views on sustainable cities, energy efficiency, natural-resource management, and the role of science in society, while being entirely self-taught. 

He’s also the founder of the Venus Project, an organization that advocates a resource-based economy. The project combines Fresco’s versions of sustainable development, natural resource management, energy efficiency, and advanced automation in a global socioeconomic system based on social cooperation and scientific methodology.

As you can tell he’s a pretty badass dude.

24 May 03:42

This GIF shows an example of conductive ink.  Circuit Scribe is...

This GIF shows an example of conductive ink. 

Circuit Scribe is a rollerball pen that uses a silver conductive ink to let you create fully functioning circuits as fast as you can can draw, making it cheaper, faster, and easier to test out electronics and prototype concepts.

23 May 18:00

spikeghost: bradlayjames: shitty frickface homosexual SHITTY...

Cary Renquist

Boring: Super Tiger Privilege



shitty frickface homosexual


Magical Fucking Scum

Princess Fucking Fucker

23 May 19:00

Artist Continues to Photoshop Rescue Dogs to Help Find Them Homes

by alice
We were one of the first ones to help spread the word about artist Sarolta Ban's heartwarming project, Help Dogs with Images, and now we're happy to report that four out of the ten rescue dogs she's worked with have been adopted to loving homes! As you may know, Ban is a Photoshop master who's able to take any ordinary image and turn it into a surreal scene. To help rescue dogs find new homes, she made it her mission to bring out their beautiful personalities.

Each animal, located in cities all across the world, has both a name and a story. The adorable one you see above is named Patti. "The temples are like shelters here in Thailand and my program Hand to Paw Temple Dog Outreach cares for over 70 dogs in nine temples," writes Patti's temporary owner, Joy Huss. "We try very hard to find forever homes for all the abandoned puppies, like Patti, found in this photo. I work in partnership with the Care for Dogs Foundation in Chiang Mai, Thailand."

While Patti has yet to be adopted, Jasmine (seen immediately below) is one of the lucky ones that has quickly benefited from this project. She had been looking for a home for four years and just one day after Sarolta's image went live, she was adopted by a woman named Lisa from Austria.

You can order a print of any of these images and $50 will be denoted to the hosting shelter. The project is ongoing, so you still have time to upload a photo to Sarolta's project page, if you know of any dogs that are looking for caring homes.

Jasmine (has been adopted)
Jasmine has been living for four years in Tappancstanya in Szeged, Hungary. Jasmine is among those kinds of privileged dogs who lives in the main office and is always surrounded by someone. He quickly becomes friends with people, he works hard for caresses, constantly wiggles his butt and loves to chase fleas. He is a real house guardian, if someone comes uninvited into the gate, he tends to catch their ankles. Otherwise he is phenomenal..." - Shelter Tappancstanya Alapítvány, Szeged, Hungary

Tucker (has been adopted)
Tucker is a big boy and weighs about 100 pounds! He was not walked on a leash before he came to Northwoods, and is just getting used to having a collar on-we practice each day. Tucker requires a patient home that is willing to teach him how to walk on a leash and some other basic manners.

"Tanya has been homeless her entire life, 7 1/2 years. Abandoned at no-kill shelter in New York at 6-months-old, no one has ever come for her until Mr. Bones & Co. pulled her into their rescue program. Special note from Elli, who is running Mr. Bones & Co: 'This dog has touched me like no other has and I will climb the highest mountain just to help her find her way home. Paws crossed that someone finally steps up and opens their heart and home to our very special dog. We will drive anywhere in the United States for the right home: dog experienced, no other pets, loving and stable.' - Elli and Mr. Bones & Co. shelter in New York, NY

Bounder (has been adopted)
"Bounder is a senior Lab mix. He has lots of energy, and needs a very secure yard to run and play in. He's up to date on shots, neutered, and great on a leash. He's located at the Regional Animal Services of King County in Kent, Washington (USA)." - Regional Animal Services of King County in Kent, Washington

Zé and Phebo
Zé: "He is 2-years-old, a beautiful and smart dog, very sweet and cheerful. Zé was born by accident, as his mother underwent a surgery to be castrated by the State Veterinary Service. However, during the proceeding, the vets stated that she didn't need the surgery, as they concluded that 'she had already been operated before'. Three months later, though, she got pregnant and had Zé and his siblings, Tom and Flora."
Phebo: "A castrated half-breed Dachshund of 5-years-old, taken away from the streets. She's very meek and obedient, really sweet with any person. Loyal, she is always around when her favorite people (and dogs) need help. Phebo waits for a home where she can spoil her new family with all the kindness and care she is able to give. Btw, she LOVES to cuddle. Seriously." - Quatro Patinhas Animal Shelter in Rio de Janiero, Brazil

"Ringo is a very active mutt. He was born in the streets and was rescued when he was 40-days-old along with his two other brothers (both adopted). Ringo is now 7-months-old and is still waiting for a family. He has been vaccinated and neutered. He is playful and full of energy, but also loves long naps on the lap of loved ones." - Sabrini, Ringo's temporary owner in Brazil.

"I rescued Meiko from an abused home and I absolutely love him. Unfortunately I am only fostering him because I go to school and work full time and I do not have the time to play with his as much as he needs it. Because he was abused he is skittish with all new people but more specifically adolescent boys and adult men. He is great with other pets and he is very friendly and lovable once he is comfortable with you." - Syrena, Meiko's temporary owner

"Sami is a beautiful, sensitive and lovely young dog. In her shelter in Jumilla she is well known for her acrobatic tricks. She likes to walk around on different things. Sami is compatible with other dogs, obedient and careful. So far she was only taken for a walk outside the animal shelter twice. It would be ideal for her to find a new home with experienced dog owners or a secure and relaxed dog. Sami has not experienced much in her life so far and will learn new things quickly." - Pfotennot Animal Shelter in Jumilla, Spain

"I have a dear friend. She is actually more like a sister and she just lost her beloved German Shepard who was at a shelter because his owners were getting a divorce and no longer wanted him. It turns out this dog was actually shipped over from Hungary! Melissa has nine rescued dogs and has dedicated her life to this cause. The sad part of this is that this dog was killed in a horrible accident last week....hit by three after the next and she was forced to watch helplessly. She is still inconsolable. She loves all of her dogs but Jober was her baby....he was so so so special and we have cried for weeks. I know that this project is for dogs that need to be rescued but would you consider doing a photo for her? This person has given her life to rescue and I can't bear that she is living with the pain of seeing him killed in such a horrible way. She loved him so dearly and is grieving. I just wanted to send you a photo....even if you didn't have time. His spirit was so beautiful....." - Melissa

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