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Recent Photos: Photos on this page are all mellow, I'm fully-dressed, etc. Nothing offensive to anyone. At least I don't think so. My judgment about what others may find offensive is pretty suspect though. Older photos: See me years ago. I had long hair, sometimes even black hair. These are mostly digicam shots of old photos, so the quality is somewhat iffy. I'll add some more if I ever get a scanner and borrow an old photo album from mom. Honestly though, is anyone waiting for my baby photos? Of course not. I could just pick some random baby photos off the Internet anyway, since all babies look the same. Sexy Photos: Click here to see some with less clothing on. All but nude, in some cases. Don't look if you are scared. I work out and I'm in good shape, so it shouldn't be too horrifying, and who knows, you might even enjoy it. Beware the pasty white skin though; the sun, it burns us.
A pair of photos by
Malaya, one fine evening on the Lafayette Reservoir Upper Rim Trail. My
hair is shorter in this pic than it's been since I was about 6. Not that
I have any recollection of how long or short my hair was at that age.
Me with dad,
coincidentally both wearing leather jackets on a wine-tasting trips on a
chilly day in early 2006.
Why does every white guy look the same when drunk? I call this my Adam Sandler face, the one that makes you want to punch it so badly your fists itch. Then again, I feel that way about Adam Sandler's pudgy pouty puss, so perhaps I'm projecting. Sadly, I doubt I'm even
drunk. I just don't drink much, so it doesn't take much when I do. Wine
tasting (too much) with dad.
Temporary wrist tattoo
and new semi-matching $8 bracelet.
Me posing in dad's
over-foliaged backyard.
Playing around with
double sticks in dad's backyard.
A shot from the old
Kali studio, with me swinging the stick. I'm not trying to hit the other
guy here; the exercise was to swing over their head and let them do
punch counters.
Showing off a pair of
impact injuries from kali class. I got popped two classes in a row, in
different ways, by different weapons, and neither time was it my fault
for not dodging. Read much more about
it here.
Mt. Diablo hike, next
to a large, shedding manzanita tree. That is my official ugly
brownish/green Mt. Diablo State Park hat, if you're wondering.
On the rocks where Monterey
meets the Pacific.
Looking fat thanks to
bad posture, a sore back, and a tail wind; Lafayette Reservoir Upper Rim
Trail. Good thing I'm out there running, eh? Malaya took this
photo from about 500 yards away, up on top of the steep hill I just ran
down; nice zoom on the new camera,
eh?
Chilly day, halfway up Mt.
Diablo.
Yes, I know it's
stupid. But it's a sorta cute sign, right next to a frequently
duck-infested pond on a golf course (the 13th fairway extends up the
hill to the left of the sidewalk) near my grandparents' house, on
which I was taking an early morning walk with my mom, and wishing I'd
worn shorts since it was getting hot. Those are my excuses,
anyway.
Two looks I sported during my early June 2003 Missouri trip. The first is while touristing around some small towns, the second is at Granny's funereal. I wear suits about as often as Hitler ice skates, so savor this image, and try to ignore the fact that I'm wearing eight year old $12.99 Wal-Mart combat boots in lieu of the shiny black dress shoes that I do not own. Also, thanks to gramps for the
coat and tie.
You really should click
on this to see the full size shot; it's probably the coolest photo in this
entire section. I give the props to Malaya for posing me and snapping it. May
your girlfriend handle your tools better than you do.
Up in the windy hills with
Malay. I like this pic, though I couldn't say exactly why. The
genuine, "I'm actually happy!" smile, probably. It's almost
windy enough in this photo to blow me off of the pedestal I'm standing on,
though you can't really tell from the photo. In a few of the shots from
this day my shirt is billowing out like a mainsail. But not this one.
A girl told me this was a good
pic, so here it is for all to see. This is my "just out of the shower
no gel in yet" look. I want to punch me. You might agree.
I'm not good at faking a smile. My "smile for the camera" poses are always more like, "bare teeth for the camera". I need to be legitimately happy or laughing to smile realistically. And in this case, I was on the phone with Malaya, and as is usually the case when I'm on the phone with my sweetie, I was smiling for real. -- April 22, 2003
This was one of four shots in the same series, all just
showing my face, and I didn't think much of them but my small female test
audience all thought they were scrumptious, so here's the one they appeared to
like best. No, you can't see the other three.
New leather jacket on
display, with dirty clothes hamper in the background just to ruin the mood.
Guess who got a new haircut, and thinks he's special? I've been told that the shorter hair and the smile in the left shot makes me look years younger. Younger than my twenty-nine, I mean. *cough* --August 17, 2002.
Yes, all I need now is a
safari. This is my dad's backyard. Well, my dad's backfence,
anyway.
About the first shot of
myself that I ever posted. Yes, it's a rat. Taken with the digicam on
the auto-delay timer.
The first ever shot of me,
that wasn't posted on the site. I took this along with a bunch of others
at the Wild Animal Park in late June, 2002, just after I got the camera for my
birthday, and meant to get the photo page online with these shots featured,
but never got around to it then, though I did post a few of the individual
shots on the main page. But this was not one of them, hence it's the first
shot of me that wasn't posted. Until now. And it's on the W.A.P.
page, which is somewhat inaccurately filed in the Vacation
Photos section. The first shot I ever posted of me on this site. It's one of the first I ever took with my camera, as I was trying out the autotimer at my dad's house. I'm squatting since the camera was on the table, and I wanted to be in it from more than the waist down. Why thumbs up? Why not... --June 27, 2002
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