That picture down below is an overview of the buttons which are usually affixed to my bulletin board at home (Fun Fact: one of them was made by reader Mike A.! Hint: it is not the Witchery one) and now for a follow-up I would like to present a salute to one of the button subjects, Joey Lawrence. Ironically enough, the only decent screen shot I could track down from Blossom was this scene featuring Six and Chester A. Arthur, but there is plenty of Joey out there to keep you busy for the rest of the afternoon AND then some. Most of it is conveniently located here, where you can find all sortsa Joey-related entertainment, and I've neglected to note the specific addresses for much of it so you can also have the joy of discovering many of its secrets yourself. For example, where can you make your own Joey Madlib like this one of mine (One day while Joey was hosing in the bathroom a foul blonde came to his door. When he opened it a squirrel was standing there with her holding a sousaphone. Then they ran into the den and started scratching right in front of Joey. Joe was so surprised he was fucking and polishing! Then Joe offered them a glass of Tang . When they started kicking all over him, he got fed up and threw the blonde out of the house and told both of them to never come back! So they turned around and began killing Joe!) ????? I'll never tell. I will clue you in to where to find bitchin JL desktops and song lyrics, though (if you're pressed for time and can't read every lyric right now, a word to the wise: my favorite is If You Wanna Get Down), as well as how you can Adopt-A-Joey. Oh, but that's hardly the end of our joey-urney; elsewhere on the cookie-hatted bunny superhighway my research has found THREE additional items of interest. #1: An interview with Byron Allen, #2: A few photos of him attending the 1994 AMAs with Cyndi Lauper, and #3: Well, this one doesn't seem to have anything to do with Joey Lawrence at all as far as I can tell, but it does come up when you do an image search on him and may well cause you to say, "Whoa!" Now, if you will excuse me, I'm gonna make like Chester A. Arthur and sign the Tarriff Act of 1883 (if you know what I mean).