Not so long ago, I wrote about bad pictures. I won't link to that post, to save you the horror of having to see my Photoshopped picture yet again.

But recently, Starfire took a picture of me that I immediately hated. I won't link to that quite yet, either. I want to talk about it first.

I hated this photo for many reasons. First of all, it's a hideous undershot, meaning it was taken looking directly up into my nostrils. You almost always get the huge faux double-chin with this angle as well, and the double-chin captured in this shot is prodigious. I'm captured mid-sentence, so my face is a bit out of whack. Also I'm wearing my cop sunglasses, which I often am in pictures such as the one in the logo at the top of this page (notice Jerree's pigtail in the reflection -- she took that shot and I immediately liked it). Anyway, when I saw this fricken shot of Starfire's, I hid my eyes. I thought I looked exactly like my uncle when he was about 50. I love my uncle, but please.

Now here's the weird part. The thing is, the more I see it, the more I kind of like it. It doesn't look like me. At least I think (and yes, hope) that it doesn't look like me. It might, and if so, well, OK whatever. I have a perfect face for radio.

Anyway, the point is, the shot is actually growing on me, despite the fact that it's hideous.

The shot.