Mug Shotz 3.0

Muggify This Face:

MugShotz 2.0

That was actually kind of fun! Let's do it again.
Today's random stranger mug shot:




Now recreate the face better than everyone else over here.

MugShotz

Now for a new sort of game. I've selected a random photo of a random person from the internet. Your mission is to use the mugshot sketch site to create the most believable and accurate rendering of the random stranger.

Today's mug shot:



Sketch it!

Beard Barons

Damn it feels good to be a gangster!

I'm very excited to announce that the World Beard and Moustache Championships are at hand! October 1, 2005 will see the streets of Berlin literally bristling with the bushiest and most breathtaking beards known to man! Check out these categories!

Before I die, people, before I die I will attend.

Hopefully not as a competitor.

(If you'd like to keep up with Team USA, you can read their blog.)

Cats Dislike Men With Beards

Scientific Study Proves It

Acid Face

Today is a slow one. A slow day. Hurtful slow. And sluggish.

I feel like acid. (not the drug, just the ph) Hard, acerbic, destructive. I saw my face a couple of times today... I look like a witch. Mean mean mean. I try softening my features, you know, relaxing my face, smiling every now and again, but it's not working. A nice young man recoiled from me as he got on the elevator this morning. I felt bad. He offered me an Altoid. I refused in the kindest way possible. I wished him a good day and went on my acerbic way. It's my bitchy-white-woman look and I can't get it off. I'm scared. Of myself. It has more to do with returning to a job I have taken a hating to than anything else I think. I hope. I tend to wear my feelings on my face. It's just the way I am. Despite my theater degree. I mean, I could fake it. But I don't.

I'm back in the loving embrace of Cleveland... feels more like a death grip today... and trying to sort out all my bloggings. Attendance numbers have severely fallen off in the last week. Posts have been far flung and sporadic (but you gotta admit it was quality blogging). Well, it's time I got dependable again. Just as soon as I stop feeling so glum.

It's spitting rain here.