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lately I've been thinking

there's something lacking in the nature of my posts. Something personal is missing. I read some very reflective blogs by writers gifted in expressing themselves and although I consider myself an introspective person that element is missing from my posts. I've always thought myself a writer but for the last 13 years I've had difficulty writing about anything that matters, as if I fear revealing too much, or laying myself too bare, or writing something I can't defend or retract. And there's little use in making a public proclamation here, something along the lines of, "I, shy_smiley, do hereby resolve to write one provocative blog post a day." In the words of YM, my old boss, "It is what it is."

One of the Thinking Bloggers I read is kirbanita at Take Joy! She recently posted The Name Game tag and invited anyone interested to play along. I found it difficult to resist. Here are the rules:

  1. Go to
  2. Click on Google images
  3. Type in your name and search
  4. Repost the picture of the oddest, craziest, strangest, coolest, oldest, etc. person that shares your name.
  5. Post multiples if you find a few you like. Then pass it on to at least 5 other people.

I didn't find anyone who shares my name but I did find these two images of myself:

The cartoon is a crummy self-portrait I did for the webpage of my previous place of employment, the photo shows me playing in the sandbox at my current place of employment. Guess where I'm happier?

This is the craziest thing that turned up for DH's google image search:

I just don't follow politics so I don't understand this cartoon. Any input is appreciated.

So much for an introspective post. Consider yourself tagged if you want to play.


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