Thursday, May 18, 2006

Alrighty.

I have spent several days scanning and all that so I could get some things added to the portfolio. So it is there, in all its glory.

On another note, as I dug through things to scan, I came across some old pictures.

I made a discovery:

I rule.




This fact is easily discernable from this photo of me, taken in the fourth grade. You'll notice that I am totally surrounded by chicks. Except, of course, for the one guy with the shirt with the number on it. What's that number? Yes, "2." As in, not "1." Because that number is reserved for me.

My reign began at least before the summer of 1974, when this photograph was taken:



Look at my face. I am obviously in charge. I can be seen overpowering my grandfather, a man of no less than 350 pounds who is nonetheless trapped under my wiry strength. It is also clear that my beer is totally safe from him and whoever that other guy is.

Do you doubt my supremacy? Well, just take a look at this:

That's right. Lightning Bolt. 1982. Way before it was cool.

And lastly, the finishing move.

Now, leave me alone. I've got a kingdom to manage.