Four Self-Portraits, April 2007

37 Comments on “Four Self-Portraits, April 2007”

  1. One picture of each personality? If so, are all of them self-portraits, or only the one showing the personality who took the pictures?

  2. You have a lime-green wall in your house?Doesn’t everyone? Either that or salmon.My favorite room has two consecutive walls covered with mirrors, and the other two plus floor and ceiling painted flat black.

  3. Now these are possibly the ugliest pictures of the Beauteous Ghlaghghee I’ve ever seen.

    You photoshopped them, didn’t you? ‘Fess up.

    The Official Ghlaghghee Fan Club

  4. RE: You have a lime-green wall in your house?
    For a REAL strange room, look here.
    (this link differs from the last one in that it works)

  5. Can you post one where you’re actually smiling? You are cute when you grin. Not like puppies licking babies cute, but like, totally hawt in a semi-intentional balding intelligent Anthony Edwards on ER geek sort of way.

    Ok — I have no idea where I’m going with this.

    Don’t be afraid to say cheese once and awhile.

    All your pictures as is seem to scream:

    I r serius riter, this r serius bookz!

  6. I like them all, but I really think that up-nostril shot really captures what we, your fans, come to the Whatever for.

    K

  7. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, for rizzle.

    Bottom one is the best. Or the first.

  8. Scalzi….buddy….bubbula. You know I love you, right babe? Listen. Me and the gang…we don’t know how to tell you this, but….well, listen, this is an intervention.

    Oh, I know…you don’t have a problem. They all say that. First it’s just a little saturation here, then a little color balance there…next thing you know, you’re rendering drop shadows in a separate layer with an alpha blend off of some kid’s stomach in the valley. Don’t look at me like that…you know it’s true.

    I’m just saying….you’ve got a filter problem. It happens to the best of us. But together, we can beat this thing.

  9. Cassie:

    Actually, that wall is baby blue. However I took the picture without a flash, and the lighting in the room is a bit yellow. This is what you get with those conditions.

    Kate:

    Oddly, I rarely smile in pictures I take of myself. I don’t know why. It’s not like I actually try to cultivate an “I are surios riter” aura, after all.

    J.D. Finch:

    Feel free to repost any of these pictures.

    Sylvia:

    No, thank God.

    WizardDru:

    Nonsense. I can stop anytime.

  10. shortly after receiving an email criticizing you for being self-promoting and you-focused….you decide to post pictures of yourself. perfect snub. you crack me up. I will never delete the Whatever from my bookmarks.

  11. So your first post on your wife’s birthday is a montage of photos of yourself? Nice…

    I know — you can just tell her you really meant to hit the post button at 11:59 Tuesday night…

    </kidding>

  12. I actually posted the montage last night at 11pm, but I moved the publishing date forward an hour so I wouldn’t have so many entries on the same day.

  13. You said you were going to DDR your way to fitness and I’ve been curious if you’ve been successful. (Jan 31 “Chunky McChunkerson” post) These pictures look a little more slender than most of the ones I’ve seen previously (author shots on books, older posts). Being a former member of Clan McChunkerson, I wish you the best.

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