Well .... I figured you'll inevitably end up here. If you’ve suffered this
long and ventured this far, then you deserve
to get even more punishment! Now I shell really inflict myself
on your screen. So get out your bottle of Windex 95 for the splat and smear .....
We all have our physical hangups, at least I'll
be the first to admit it. Oddly though, some people feel that it's relevant
to know what I look like,
how old I am, etc. before they will cyber chat with me half
way around the world. It's not like "I gotta hang out with kewl and good
looking dudes" -
so I figured what the heck, I'll go all the way and F$@#! this
'less is more' sensibility and go for the BANG. Mind you, as they say
in the computer world, GIGO -
"Garbage In Garbage Out" - I'll probably just attract all the flies.
Anyway, I decided to try some self portraits when I finally set up
my second bathroom into a darkroom (ahem ... the photographic kind).
The photo shoot was done in the state of the fart master
bathroom with a black shower curtain and
the ceiling heat lamp for
a hair light (like the pros)! Kids, don't try this at home. I couldn't
create much variety having
a fixed light source and being immobile (else out of focus). It was
still fun though and quite
a challenge to guess what will be the outcome at the other end of the camera lens.
Please keep a concerned and straight
face when I honestly tell you that this is not a blatent display of narcism because
I don't really have a
Mishima complex. This is true
because I look for and admire something totally different in someone
So if you're legally under the age of 81 with a fully charged pacemaker,
then get ready for a shock more disappointing then OJ's trial.
You have been warned!! Now go get your tacky 1-D designer glasses
and hit that trepidation button.