Pay no attention to the man behind…

I was bored earlier, horsing around, and was surprised to see that I only cracked the camera lens a wee bit when I took a selfie of the troll-like being who types all this blither blather on the site. They must be making cameras out of tougher material than they have to this point.

Anyway, I ended up with something that, after a bit of photo-manipulation and tweaking and covering up the most horrifying elements actually turned out decent enough so that I would be willing to post here. Don’t be surprised if I abruptly delete it without warning (this post and the viewable image from the profile page), as I am not confident that this is the best idea I’ve ever had. But… wince… here you go:

Keep in mind that what you see has been significantly altered so as to not trigger arrest warrants. Like the world’s deadliest joke, only a fraction is available for viewing or you may end up mimicking that Munch painting and, like your mother warned, there is a good chance your face might freeze like that.

And, in before anyone says anything — I am smiling.

People don’t believe me. I’m a veritable frog when I frown. 😦

Let’s see how long this lasts before I have second thoughts…


I wish I was a handsome man, I really do. But I’m not and that’s all there is to it. Not all of us can be. If I were, I might even post a picture in my profile instead of various ravens. Again, I am not, so don’t expect to ever know what I look like. Unless I decide to post one very old, specific and flawed picture taken more as a lark than intended to be representative of who I am. Several people told me I looked like Glen Danzig back at that time. I could have cared less, honestly. Long black and candy-red hair and biker jacket. I still really love leather biker jackets, but no one seems to make them the same way they used to, which is a shame.

Actually, I really hate pictures.

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