Just when I think I can’t possibly kneel to new nethers of narcissism… I find my headshot CD. Dozens and dozens of pictures of myself, in digital form — and that shit is simply too priceless to keep to myself.
And so, my latest blog feature is born. I call it the ‘Thirty-Three Faces of Me‘, and it’s now available for your perusal.
(That ‘Eve’ chick from the movie, with only three faces?
“My standup habit may be on hiatus right now, but the cutting-floor remnants of my headshot session remain to haunt us all.”
My standup habit may be on hiatus right now, but the cutting-floor remnants of my headshot session remain to haunt us all. And what better way to show I can laugh at myself than to… well, to let all of you laugh at me, instead.
That logic made a lot more sense in my head. No, really. You shut up.
At any rate, check out the ‘Thirty-Three Faces of Me‘. And feel free to laugh out loud, if you must. The eyes in the pictures may appear to follow you around the room, but I assure you I can’t actually see you. I’m just photogenic that way, is all.Permalink | 1 Comment