What, you wanted a Dalmatian?

Gorgeous.

Is that real wood under the Raccoon Lodge’s fake-wood façade? Quick! Cover it back up!

Square peg in a rounded hole.

I was torn between wondering who was in there and disgust at humanity. (Jennifer Lopez, I learned later without even trying.)

Am I the only one who finds 37 Warren’s new trompe l’oeil door a little sarcophagus-y?

Even the undead need a little glamour now and then.

You might want to steer clear of this streetlamp for a while.