Microsoft isn't censoring the search results. Bing actually doesn't know where the pictures are.

Oh please, clutch my pearls. These in the original format were the height of technology. I'm sure some "scholar" was bemoaning that these weren't charcoal sketches and oil paints. "Moving pictures! Bah, humbug. Where is the artistry? These will have no artistic merit in fifty years and be completely forgotten by end of the century." And charcoal? Don't get me started. They should only use pigment or rocks on the walls of caves!

are you sure it's not the network? True story: A long time ago, I was a server admin for a very large oil company. I was handed a trouble ticket saying a print server was down. I quickly checked, saw that the server was up, I could access it, people were printing from it. I handed it off to both the deskside support person, and the network admin, and said server is working, either the user messed up their network connection, or the network is having a problem. I copy the help desk. Two more "the server is down" tickets come in, and in the meantime, the network admin rejects the first ticket saying the network can't be down. Over the next few hours, this escalates, as does the finger pointing. I say, ok, let's have a server guy, network guy and desktop guy meet on that floor where all of the problems are happening, and we will get it fixed. Now I should mention that this was on Token Ring, you whippersnappers should look it up on wikipedia, and while you're there, you may as well Google "whippersnapper". All of the tickets were coming from one half of one floor of the building, nowhere else in the building. Still, I get to the wiring closet, where I see a clueless desktop guy (sent by his manager) and a very, very angry and obstinate network guy (no doubt, sent by god). Network admin still insists that it can't be the network. I hear a noise, it is a persistent, steady click, click, clicking. I know what the noise is, the network admin is clearly deaf as well as stubborn. I say, "what is that clicking noise?" He stops and listens finally, and gets a deflated look. He knows what the noise is, and even worse, he knows that I know what it is. I don't gloat, I just look at him, and politely say, "you will fix it, and then close the ticket when you're done, right?" He can't even look me in the eye, but ignores me and stumbles into the jungle of his wiring closet looking for his broken network hub.

Just look what they did to rainbows! What happens if I just happen to like rainbows? Huh? Ever thought of that? My little pony, carebears, tele-tubbies. They took my childhood. Bastards! -eric- "Make no mistake about why these babies are here; they are here to replace us." - Jerry Seinfeld

I've been using the password "neeXa6Re" for years. See, I opened an AOL account, it asked me for a password, and of course, "neeXa6Re" was the first thing that popped into my head. Now, here you go just posting it out on the interwebs for everyone to see.