My Mind Was Blown Today...

...while walking down the aisle of BiLo. I always thought that Brussel Sprouts grew like, well how they look, baby cabbages. Or inside these little net baggies, as seen above.

Instead, I find out they grow on stalks. Who knew. My vision of little people farming the land with tiny hoes and tending miniature rows of these little green delights is now officially blown. I'm going home to drink a beer and sulk for a while.

Well I've Tried...

...to be as honest as I can in photos. I have been accused of not respecting the benefits of Facebook to not actually posting the worst picture that I have on file. I must admit to not spending hours looking for my worst photos, but I did give it a shot. In fact, here's another one for your viewing pleasure. The things you can do with a radish...

The one thing I have noticed is that no one else has taken the challenge to post their worst pictures in a public way. I stand to be the only schmuck who gave it the ol' college try. Honesty in photos is dead, I have determined, except when posted by other people (who incidentally have taken full editing rights for themselves if they are in the picture in question). Editing and self-sanitizing are alive and well on the visual Internet. And so enjoy candy land my dear friends. Enjoy.

Fake Book...

...seems to be the fad of the day, with just about everyone but me living out fantasies of meaningful reconnections and spit-polished lives. Yes, I called it "Fake Book" because, in my jaded way, that's what I believe it to be.

Case in point, the pictures. Nobody, and I mean nobody, posts a picture of their true selves. Instead, they post only the very best pictures that have ever been taken. In some cases, dare I say, photo shopped dream shots which don't display the following:

bald spot, nose hair, crows feet, dangling ear lobes, bloodshot eyes, gray roots, adult acne, stained crooked teeth, fat butt, pasty white skin, sagging breast... OK, you get it.

So in a conversation I recently had with Caryn Kirk, she threw down the gauntlet. "If your so sure that's what people do, then why don't you take a lousy photo of yourself and post it", she said. And of course, as is common with Caryn, her suggestion was brilliant. And so the post, "I Welcome Your Comments", below. I have even inspired to post a few more, showing an end of the spectrum rarely seen... the worst of my reality. And if "Fake Book" displays the best, I imagine that we are all somewhere in between.

Do you have the guts? I dare you.

I Welcome Your Comments...