Sex, dice, and Scott Pilgrim quotes.
The guy who should be king of Canada.
Some pictures of me, if that's what you're into
Okay, there’s your up-to-date Towel Day photo. I found this one at the theater. Given that Ford Prefect pretended to be an out-of-work actor, I can only assume he left it here that one time he accidentally got mixed up during an audition and did too well, so they cast him in a role.
Just hoping to hitch a ride off this rock…
GPOY, Towel Day edition.
Too early and too tired to take a new picture this year. Maybe this evening… Happy Towel Day, everyone.
Sorry to interrupt the deluge of pretty girls in corsets, but it is Monologue Monday. A bit from Cyrano de Bergerac. Not memorized, but what can you do?
Sorry, I’m not wearing a corset. (Or you’re welcome, whichever you’d prefer.)
Late entry to Karaoke Friday, as my computer and iPod aren’t talking so I had to go get the headset mic again….
Not quite a normal karaoke song, but rather one about being drunk and wanting to punch an Englishman. Hooray, Irish folk!
freeze right now and take a picture with your webcam
My piece for Monologue Monday- The Player from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead.
My computer argued with me every step of the way on recording this. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to use the headset, but, well, I figured you’d want to be able to understand what I was saying. So there’s my face.
Because I had requests for more recent pictures of the tattoo. And, honestly, because I’m trying to feel more comfortable with my weight. So, there you go. It’s not the best picture of me, but maybe I’m okay that it doesn’t need to be.
Sure I’ll get a better picture at some point, but for now GPOYW, tattoo edition.
Happy Kitty, recorded for seanoftheundead. Sitting in my car outside Starbucks, which seemed like an appropriate place for him.
So. This shirt. I got this shirt for my birthday from my older sister, about five years ago. I love it, because- well, because it’s from her. She loves the Mariners and Felix Hernandez, and it’s just a good shirt.
The only problem? It’s pretty small on me. I’m a chubby guy, and this shirt generally runs tight enough on me to show of more contour than I’m happy with acknowledging.
But I love the shirt, and I wear it under other shirts a lot, until it got buried in a drawer and I lost it for about six months. Until today. I found it, put it on, and started to go to the closet for a shirt to put over it. And then I realized I didn’t really need to. I kind of felt okay just wearing this shirt by itself.
That’s a weird feeling. But a good one.
I’m not saying I’m happy with my body or my weight, because, honestly, I’m not. But I’m starting to get there. And that’s kind of nice.
Went to the store because I wanted a deck of cards for Sunday- I don’t know why, these things make sense to some part of my brain- and while they didn’t have any standard decks, they had these ones with this awesome dragon design on the back. I’m oddly pleased with it.
So that the picture of me at age 17 isn’t the most recent thing in the tag of pictures of me.
Now my hair sorta matches my beard. Because it doesn’t do that naturally. I don’t get you, facial hair. I just don’t get you.
lauragierlich asked: Do you have any pictures of what you looked like as a kid or teenager?
Not many- most of them are probably in a box in a garage in Nevada somewhere, with my parents. But I’ve got this one:
Me in high school. I think my senior year? Probably.
Anyone want to finish my midterm for me? Essay questions on the Vietnam war? Who wants to tag in on this one? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
