Karen v. Joe

By JMG -

While there are four of us on the masthead of our joint blog and, ostensibly, four of us on the SWC Ruling Junta, in reality it's the lovely and gracious Karen and me plugging away merrily here.
Since that blog is more news-and-commentary of a Jesuit nature than either of our "day blogs," it may be that casual readers would be confused -- even more so because Typepad doesn't allow for the "posted by" thingy to append a given blog entry -- as re. who's who.

Therefore, as a public service, I offer you a simple way to tell us apart.
Cabin
Karen
Beach_caribbean
Joe
6a00d8341c064d53ef00e54f8dfed48833-640wi
Karen
Maratona
Joe
NASCAR_Dale_Earnhardt_jr._Crash_Wallpaper Karen
_39390420_schumi_rain_g33 Joe
Macintosh-128k1984
Karen
Yourfile
Joe
Gumbo011806
Karen
Fabada
Joe
14
Karen
Knob+Creek
Joe
Mushroom-cloud Karen
Camouflaged-sniper Joe

There. Now you can tell us apart.

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