It's a proof of my headshot from when I was eighteen. (For those of you not familiar with the biz, a headshot is an 8x10 black and white glossy with your photo on one side and your resume on the other. I cannot begin to imagine what my resume had on it at eighteen. A bunch of lies, probably.)
Anyway, look! There are absolutely no wrinkles, and that Carrie looks SO YOUNG! She's innocent, and not yet sullied by all the horrors that life has to offer when you're an adult. But in a kind of wordly way. I've had a half dozen or so other headshots taken of me over the years for the various theatres I've worked for, but theis one's my favorite. And by headshot standards, it's not even that good. I found Nolan's too, (so droolworthy) but his was a copy of his actual headshot, and they wouldn't scan it. Whatever. I will find a way.
Conversely, here are Nolan and I today. Actually yesterday, if you want to get technical.
And here's the house. They say we'll be ready to move in by January 1, 2008.
The front of the house. Without landscaping, it looks as if we'll be able to ski off of the front porch.
Standing in the breakfast nook, looking through the kitchen and into the dining room.
Standing in the breakfast nook, looking at the living room & entryway.
The view from the front door. There'll be other houses across the street, eventually.
So that's what I've spent the vast majority of my time working on these past few months. Well, that and caliga_rpg. *looks around sheepishly* Are we all keeping up with that? I barely can... Pansy's shaping up very nicely. A little naughty, but you know, what are you going to do? The girl has a mind of her own. Very driven. And I shudder to think about the volume of posts on Halloween. YIKES.