After I gave them $100, the DOL gave me a temporary version of my drivers license with the most hideous picture of me ever. It’s bad. She turned the monitor towards me and said, “You ok with that?”
“Yeah, whatever”
“Are you sure?”
But I’d had it with that place. And now, for several years to come I stuck with a demon picture on my dr’s license. I have four chins, deep dark circles around my suddenly beady little eyes, I’m not smiling, I’m smirking. I look mean, like I want to cause you pain. Also, I kinda look like could shoot red laser beams with my eyeballs. Which is just cool.
I’m not exaggerating, I showed it to Evildeb and from 10 feet away, a nanosecond after I whipped it out she said “Whoa! That is a horrible picture! You look like you’ve been awake for a week.” But I’ve decided to embrace it. We always try to get the best picture we can. But why? Who cares? In fact, I think I am going to go out and get a passport now. See how much damage I can do with that.
Speaking of unflattering portraits…. I am playing around with a webcam page. It’s not terribly flattering of me. The lightening is bad, I look green, every flaw in my skin is accentuated, including the dark circles around my eyes. And, most of the time you only see the top half of my face, because I am slouching. And yet… I did it anyway! There are some kinks to work out. It’s only online when I am at my desk, at home. Right now, if you were to be looking, you’d see a freshly washed Jodi, with wet hair, looking very tired. Very tired indeed. And a little greenish.
