I’d say excuse me for being self-indulgent but, after all, this is my blog; what better place to be self-indulgent?
Anyway, the unearthing of old photos is pretty much complete and I thought I’d do some before-and-after comparisons between me as a high school student and some more recent photos to demonstrate how, like a fine wine, I’ve matured.
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This is a fine example of what I’m talking about. Look at that ruddy-cheeked fellow on the left. Would you trust him with your car? Now look at the distinguished philosopher on the right. A figure you might climb a mountain to consult regarding life’s greatest mysteries.
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1992
young and foolish |
2003
thoughtful, reserved |
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And look at this example. On the left, the young man tries to look tough but would this pose strike fear in the heart of anyone? At a mere 130 lbs. the lad looks like he’d have a difficult time opening a jar of pickles much less kicking someone’s ass. On the right, the gentleman’s face, weathered by years of working a desk job, is elongated by an overgrown goatee running wild down the chin. The body is filled out to the point of being flabby around the waistline, but at least he looks like he could take a punch.
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1991
"Here’s my milk money, please don’t hurt me…" |
2003
"I’ve got chunks of guys like you in my stool!" |
Current Mood: When Will This Week End? |
Currently Listening To – Queensrÿche – “Operation: Mindcrime”
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“I’ve got chunks of guys like you in my stool!”
These are hilarious, Trent! Way to go. Proof positive that you young wimps out there can grow up to be… wait a second… what were we talking about on the Albatross today?
Dr. Phil
That great line is stolen from Phil Hartman doing a Frank Sinatra impersonation on SNL a number of years back.
I’m still digging stuff up. Our spring cleaning either came really early or really late this year (depending on how you want to look at it) and I’ve been uncovering all sorts of sordid stuff from my past.