Self-deprecation theater
Today in Self deprecation theater, I present:
Yes, that is me, and the inspiration for the subtitle to a book: "How does an intelligent woman end up walking around the Dallas Convention Center looking like a deranged South American General?"
Aah well, if you can't laugh about it, you'll just cry about it. This picture was actually taken in my hotel room at the Adolphus, where Ann and I got to stay during Seminar 2005. It was the Seminar right before I went into DIQ, and it was supposedly an accident that we got a suite. Who knows? Doesn't the look on my face say, "OK Ann, you can take the picture, but I don't have to like it!"
Yes, that is me, and the inspiration for the subtitle to a book: "How does an intelligent woman end up walking around the Dallas Convention Center looking like a deranged South American General?"
Aah well, if you can't laugh about it, you'll just cry about it. This picture was actually taken in my hotel room at the Adolphus, where Ann and I got to stay during Seminar 2005. It was the Seminar right before I went into DIQ, and it was supposedly an accident that we got a suite. Who knows? Doesn't the look on my face say, "OK Ann, you can take the picture, but I don't have to like it!"