Visual Quandary

A strange shot and even stranger to see up here for some reason... Worse yet, I look like I just stepped out of a 1990 J-Crew catalog for people in need of a personality. Perhaps it is the lack of facial expression... perhaps it is the slightly malformed appearance of my legs and feet; who knows. But I always want to see the idiot behind the wheel of the vehicle that is either passing me or being passed by me. Of course, if in the Bavaria, they will receive a healthy dose of bluish smoke to aid their digestion. Do not judge me too harshly upon viewing this shot. I believe I had not eaten in three days; either that or I had been in a partial coma from driving across country in a 1990 Miata with the top down and my mind ajar. Now I write web pages. Somebody needs to put me out of my misery; I am a living comma splice.

Feel free to send hate mail my way...