1998 november 25

pretty in pictures

i hate having my picture taken, hate it with a particular venom when it is required. the mere phrase passport pictures is enough to make me cringe.

can you blame me? the picture on the left is what my father refers to as my stunned mullet look, that on the right what my mother has christened my saint bernadette look.

saint bernadette is much more prominent in family photo albums than the mullet. when faced with the camera i have a habit of focusing my eyes, and my thoughts, on a point somewhere up and to the left of the offending lens. it drives my family and professional photographers absolutely bonkers.

i think the problem would be solved if everyone just stopped asking for photographs.

alan just called. he is suffering from one of his migraines and had to drive to work in the early morning rain with all the oncoming headlights drilling into his sensitive eyes. he knows he's lucky he didn't crash but is in enough pain to almost wish he had. or as he put it, "i wrecked and died this morning, this is just momentum."

he called to have me look something up on the web for him and as he was reciting the url i was typing it in. we got to what i heard as i dot hatemail which made me laugh. i.hatemail.com, story of my life of late. not that i actually hate mail, i just hate that i am so behind on answering the stack of it on my desk and the queue of it in my computer. anyhow, it was eye.html; alan is the only person i know who pronounces html as anything other than h t m l.

that's it for today, boys and girls. a quick reminder for those of you not currently residing in the united states: tomorrow is thanksgiving and i therefore don't have to work. in an act of suspicious kindness, my employer is giving the lot of us friday as well so i may not have anything new for you to read until monday.

[quick public service announcement]: samuel, if you are reading this, get thee to thine email and answer your brother. thank you for your attention to this matter.

tune in next week when claire may or may not subject you to a lecture on her use of lowercase, the use of bitch in flamewars and in life, and what she ate for thanksgiving.

posing prettily in front of the monitor, claire