Holy Sketch Me, Another Horn Toot
While any normal human-being may measure his/er success by say, the monetary reward s/he is granted…here on the interwebs, nothing is more gratifying than being sketched. And I don’t mean sketched as in “tricked ya, sucka,” I mean illustrated. Welcome to the lucrative world of blogging: where URL is more than just a three letter word, It’s a lifestyle.
Putting aside The Dallas Shaw moment ca. Shopbop Wishlist, I had my fifteen seconds of fame yesterday when I received an e-mail from Inslee Haynes of Inslee.net.
Contents of said e-mail included:
She mentioned that she didn’t feel like recapping the Golden Globes so instead drew me. Blush, blush, hug, hug, lady wood from me to you. The illustrations are pretty accurate though I would argue the sketched version of myself is more attractive than the real life one. Under regular circumstances, this would have been somewhat alarming but because I call myself The Man Repeller, I suppose I should go all out and exploit the fact that even drawings get more eggs into the nest than I do. That was supposed to be a vague sexual reference. I don’t think it worked out as I planned it would in my head. Still, I shalln’t delete. This just in: Man Repeller, a brain repeller too.
…So…how ’bout them photos:
Thanks again, Inslee! You rock my Tsumori Chisato floral print ankle sock!