who, me?
who, me?
What is it about us that makes us desire the visual? You came here because you want to know what I look like. I can guarantee you I'm not the person you have in your mind. It never works out that way. A few months ago I met a friend for the first time; we'd known each other over the Internet for four or five years. She wasn't at all what I expected, and I'm sure I wasn't what she expected. That's just the way things work out. So if my hair isn't quite the color you expected, or my smile's a little off, it's not my fault; it's yours, for coming here in the first place.
I'm working on putting up a more comprehensive (and move subdivided, just 'cuz Geocities sucks) page here, but because I can only upload eight pictures per page and I only have 15mb of space, it's slow going. You can go poke around now, though. You might like what you see.
My sporty side...yeah, you know you
wanted a photo from a swim meet. You just know you did. As Schewel said, of course she has
a skull! And I do...as well as a Simon, Becca, and a Kitz.
This photo was the
start of one of the worst, best, and most disastrous dates of my life. And
that's saying something; I've some some horrible dates. 
One
of my better dates...the weekly one I have with Mo and Becca. This is Mo
and myself, wasting time and enjoying the cool atmosphere of our local
Starbuck's while getting coffee buzzes and spending WAY too much money. 
The
coffee had long since worn off, and Becca takes refuge on my shoulder
during breakfast in Colorado. I knew she kept me around for a good
reason...
Aww,
Andrew, I didn't know you cared. Actually, he didn't...but I got my name,
face, and angst published. Maybe if I get Cynic's Corner next year (or a
comparable column) I'll have my face in every issue! 
I
adore my chorus boys. See? 