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Monday, December 19, 2011
Some Personal
Business
I'm
only grimacing because I'm holding the damn camera
at arm's length. Can't explain the scratches. I'm thinking
Raebert detected the scent of Cheeto and licked the lens.
at arm's length. Can't explain the scratches. I'm thinking
Raebert detected the scent of Cheeto and licked the lens.
SHE OBJECTED TO THE PIC. So Lady Laird didn't like my Egotistical Senile Old Fool portrait. She seems to think it's insulting to her for some reason. Why I'm correcting the record. Thus, your very own photographic portrait of InstaPunk.
Of course, I never have only one agenda. FINE ARTIST is threatening (see Comments) to do a portrait of me when he loses his bet about Ron Paul. But I won't be sitting for any portrait sitting. Other artists have worked from photos. So can he. I suggest something along the lines of a St. Nuke version of the above:
I
have an iPhone, my PhotoShop back... What stands
in the way of my boundless self-aggrandizing ego? Zip.
in the way of my boundless self-aggrandizing ego? Zip.
Or, maybe, after all these years, I thought I should finally introduce myself, so you could finally put a face to my annoying voice.
You're welcome but not obligated to send me pictures in return.
