Posts tagged my face

My mom (mercifully) is not on Tumblr but here is a photo which I believe effectively encapsulates our relationship. She throws a wonderful party and then we laugh. Also, I’m pudgy and she’s great.

I don’t think Siblings Day is a real thing but whatevz. Happy birthday to Sav and happy made-up holiday to Weebles.

I wanted to see how my face would look if I posed in front of this desktop’s webcam. As expected, I continue to come across as a loathsome, offensive brute.

Throwback to an Easter relic from an ancient past.

Throw it back to the first few years of my life, when my family raised me as a cat. Here, the elder sibling demonstrates how to comfort a kitten.

A glimpse at my amateur production of High Plains Drifter, age 3.

I got my hair cut today. I also haven’t shaved in nearly a week. The rest of my face squints in befuddlement, unsure of how to feel about either of these developments.

Note: several people have pointed out that it looks as if I have an earring dangling from my left ear. I do not. That’s the reflection of the bottom of a full-size model of a human spine I have, sitting on my floor. I realize the reality is probably more bizarre than the pirate jewelry misconception but above all, I value facts.

My hair looks ridiculous today but I sorta like it.

The filters also make me look slightly greenish-blonde. I am neither.

I really need a tan on about 74% of my face, huh?

May your Christmas prove to be as endlessly wonderful as 1990 was for me.