Seems like there's just no getting around it. People expect to see photos on a personal home page. Why? You tell me. So I gritted my teeth and allowed a few to be taken. It sucked. Nothing worse than pictures. It's like voice recordings. I know that it is, in fact, me. Just don't feel a connection to the reproductions. They also have a not me quality. Seems odd somehow. As if there is some intangible portion of myself missing. Or, they don't reflect things that are actually missing. In any case, you should, by now, have the impression that I do not like pictures of myself. In that you are absolutely correct. Excuse me while I give myself a slap in the head to get mobile enough to actually post one. And one other pic which is much better looking.
Still waiting to get the scans back. Which means the date on the other page may be wrong. So shoot me. There aren't any bonus points for accuracy. Are there? A knock sounds at the door. Well, if it isn't the NetPolice. "Excuse me sir, but, you have exceeded your limit on errors and we have to take you for your flogging now." With the cat'o'256 coloured tails, no doubt.
I suppose there is one good thing about photos. I look skinnier in this one than I am. Others might argue this point, but, don't believe a word they say.
And this is what I ride. When I'm not too injured to ride. Cause between injuries, the summer of '97 has not been good to me. And now that I can shift again, it rains a lot. So, I get wet. No big deal. Not like it's the first time. Guess that I could wear my rainsuit, but, if you had the choice between black leather and blue vinyl what would you pick? Yah, so I get wet.
This page deliberately left in a somewhat stark state. That is what it deserves. And was imported to the latest edition of this site in it's original form. Only the links were changed to protect the innocent.
