it comes in pints?

My life in patterns

Indulge me again. There are lots of old movies of me as a kid, and my little Bro can just deal with it. Mom always liked me best before he was born.

Be that as it may, I am in a rut and just like a little kid with this new movie-ripping software.

And speaking of being like a little kid, here I am as a little kid at my second birthday, trying to decide if I should become a trucker:

I decided not, in favor of being either a professional drummer or perhaps another Evel Knievel:

Neither happened, but I did pick up a new hobby, thereby setting a lifelong pattern:

And here I am sticking sharp objects in my eye, thereby setting another lifelong pattern and acquiring a condo in Maui for my ophthamologist:

And here I am eating cake with a drumstick, a budding Buddy "Slob" Greco, and setting yet another pattern:

And as one last episode that kind of set a pattern for my life, here I am running around half-naked, scaring the womenfolk:

And for no particular reason, here is my Dad spray painting a fencepost. And probably feeling ashamed of his eldest kid:

I'll stop now. I can quit anytime.

Posted by Ken S at November 20, 2007 08:10 PM | TrackBack (0) |