Sunday, September 21, 2008
How to Fill Up the Hours of Your Empty, Pointless Life: Yearbook Yourself
Last week, my best friend Dani—a gorgeous, leggy, Geena Davis-type—sent me a photo she had made on the website yearbookyourself.com of herself as a high school boy in the 1950s, looking not unlike her father. This picture truly scrambled my brains. I had vicious, horrible nightmares that night. The next morning, after spending a good hour in the shower trying to scrape away the memories with Comet and Murphy's Oil Soap, I thought, "You know, I'd really like to give others—friends, relations, and random people who read this blog—the opportunity to be afraid to ever close their eyes at night again." So I made my way over to yearbookyourself and made some photos of myself through the ages. I made lots and lots (more than any sensible person really should have), so enjoy, and sweet dreams!
If you want to give the nightmares back, send me a picture and I'll promise not to ever look at it. (Seriously, send me a picture.)