Came home last night thinking about how PADs and SPs should reflect life around me, so I sat down in front of the ol' camera and squeezed off a couple hundred shots (216, to be exact -- ain't digital wonderful?) of yours truly in my current mood, attire, and sense of propriety. While I will undoubtedly regret this (when my mother in Omaha or a future employer) finds these somewhere on the net, I had a good time making these. And, hey, an artist's gotta do what an artist's gotta do. (OK, "artist" might be a bit of a stretch.) Note: Just for the record, no animals, insects, plants, or single-malt scotch whiskeys were harmed in the making of these disgusting and disturbing images. Billions of helpless bits were wantonly (or is that won-ton-ly?) destroyed, however.