I Should Not Base My Self-Image on this Image of Myself
Well!
This isn’t the most flattering photo! I know it ain’t the camera, because Jamie looks right.
Mirror, Mirror, on the. . . how is my mirror even capable of running away?
Apparently you can make a Tony Homunclulus by putting a big nose on a guitar pick and gluing it to the end of a popsicle stick.
OR! By cramming a white Nerf football point-first into half a coconut shell and mounting the thing on a broomstick.
Actually, though, I must have looked okay to that sauced-up local broad, who loved my shirt and its pale contents that evening and proceeded to grope me.
I guess if I get old and desperate. . . I can remember the Bern’s slogan, which now that I think about it is likely how the conference ended up there in the first place:
Well, I Guess There’s Always New Bern.™
I kid, I kid. We had a good time in The Bern. You have to know where to go, and how to phrase things (“hey, let’s go to a the bar”), but the convention center was really nice, the scenery was pretty good, and the food was delicious. I learned a TON in the sessions — Amy and I probably had the most sessions of any of our group that directly related to what we do. Plus, I met some good people, some good contacts at other Universities in the UNC System from which we can learn and with whom we can share ideas.
