Connecticon is the perfect con for air conditioning because you never have to go outside. Also, you wouldn't want to because there's nothing out there.
This happened last night, but I didn't post it because I had to go to bed early last night to get up early for work today. Last night, a part of my manhood was stolen by outdated technology. I was trimming my beard with my father's ancient electric razor (he's had for as long as I can remember even as a little kid), until suddenly the trimming adapter slipped off and sheared the right section (left from your perspective) of my mustache off. Because having only one part of a mustache visible is strange; I had no choice but to shear the other side off. Despite the fact I've still got chin whiskers, it really does not feel the same without the mustache.
Mao sitting on my shoulder, for the last time ever.
Tired as fuck in Leeds station, after lugging my shit for multiple miles.
Manchester airport, waiting for a burger
Emirates plane, about 15 minutes out of landing in Brisbane
Me, Lauren, Daniel, and Janke.
Me and my sister. At this point, I was so sleep deprived and jetlagged that I actually thought this was a vaguely normal or reasonable facial expression.
Charles, Punxie and I, after the poison pens gig, hanging out.
(I don't actually know those dudes - I just randomly met them while at a Poison Pens concert to save the regent theatre)
There are a shitload more in my Flickr stream, but they're of other stuff, not me.
My brother says you look like a younger version of Hugh Jackman.
I was thinking a slightly wider-faced version of Ewan Mcgregor myself, but maybe that's just the sideburns and the cheeky grin. Either way, good shots!
Yeah, but Mr. Humphries was the dude who was a little light in the loafers, not Mr. Granger. Thank goodness for our local PBS affiliate or I never would have been introduced the goodness that is "Are you being served?", "Fawlty Towers", and "Blackadder"
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I know where you're sleeping this weekend.
Wrong thread, I see?
I posted this in the "Videos I made" thread, but its still a good way to see what I look like.
This happened last night, but I didn't post it because I had to go to bed early last night to get up early for work today. Last night, a part of my manhood was stolen by outdated technology. I was trimming my beard with my father's ancient electric razor (he's had for as long as I can remember even as a little kid), until suddenly the trimming adapter slipped off and sheared the right section (left from your perspective) of my mustache off. Because having only one part of a mustache visible is strange; I had no choice but to shear the other side off. Despite the fact I've still got chin whiskers, it really does not feel the same without the mustache.
I call this pic: -5 Charisma
This is just something funny that happened naturally after I took the braids off.
Rough chronological order
FRED!
Mao sitting on my shoulder, for the last time ever.
Tired as fuck in Leeds station, after lugging my shit for multiple miles.
Manchester airport, waiting for a burger
Emirates plane, about 15 minutes out of landing in Brisbane
Me, Lauren, Daniel, and Janke.
Me and my sister. At this point, I was so sleep deprived and jetlagged that I actually thought this was a vaguely normal or reasonable facial expression.
Charles, Punxie and I, after the poison pens gig, hanging out.
(I don't actually know those dudes - I just randomly met them while at a Poison Pens concert to save the regent theatre)
There are a shitload more in my Flickr stream, but they're of other stuff, not me.
Ahh, that show made me laugh so much whenever I watched it.
Did you hear a familiar saying? I did.
Santa the pervert
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