My job is very strange.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but my job, as an academic, PhD type person involves quite a lot of work with faces. We use pictures of people to investigate various aspects of attractiveness etc. We have quite an exciting piece of software to do it with.
I have spent today ageing people.
The photo posted here is me, aged to the ripe old age of 55. Or thereabouts.
I must say, I think I look quite good for a fellow in his mid 50's.
This does not, however, negate just how utterly freaky I find this image. I am unsettled to the very core of me.
Listening to Blue Jam is, of course, probably not helping.
All hail Chris Morris.
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I think I'm going to let my impending older ages surprise me. I don't want to know what I'll look like. Probably because I'll look like my dad.
Having not seen you in the flesh for a few years I saw the pic and before reading the text thought "fuck he looks rough!"
Glad to know you ain't so.
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