My first instinct was to go looking for it, then I realized that I already know what he looks like.
The funny thing is, if you had lined up that picture among 100 random pictures of guys about his age and asked me to point to the philosophy/computer/language nerd named "ben w-lfs-n," I swear that would be the one I would have picked.
Too bad you can't tell how short he is in that picture, though.
Ben looks fetching in a sari.
Also, there's at least one other picture of him out there. It takes a little more sleuthing to find, however.
Can't you just tell by looking at him that his girlfriend is a shrew, though?
I am reticent. I do eschew, do not endorse, will not abet the "shrew" discourse.
I am reticent. I do eschew, do not endorse, will not abet the "shrew" discourse.
You said "discourse".
Golly. BW looks just like my first love.
What you can tell about Ben's girlfriend from that shot, is that she is blind. Or cruel. No way should you have worn that tshirt outside the house, Ben. Sorry, cutie, but collars are your friends.
...And commas are mine. Which is why I surround myself with 'em.
I am reticent. I do eschew, do not endorse, will not abet the "shrew" discourse.
Probably a wise move.
Besides, it appears that I was getting the character traits of b-wo's girlfriend confused with those of girl 27.
I mean no offense though. Some of my best friends are shrews.
Unlike some people, I'm not too concerned if the internet knows what I look like. Though I don't actually like any of those pictures.
The tragedy of this post is that my mental image of Ben has been evicted by some outrageous impostor. The real Ben looks more like Dave Foley.
The real Ben looks more like Dave Foley.
I thought Weiner was the girl drink drunk?
A Google image search for Ogged is mildly amusing.
Mildly amusing? Ron Jeremy, RuPaul, Dennis Kucinich, Profgrrrrl in her underwear, and a horse. That search deserves a medal.
My favorite part of the mix was the highly blow-dried John Hughes film trio. Now my own vision of Ogged is a Middle Eastern Eric Stolz. Especially the hair.
Noooooo!!! I cannot, literally cannot, bear to watch Eric Stoltz for even a minute; something about his voice makes me want to kill him or die, whichever is faster.
I don't want to think about him any more. How 'bout them Cubs?
What did you do with yourself this evening, Ogged?
I was just considering posting about my lovely day. Slept in, made a leisurely breakfast, went for a swim, had lunch, read blogs, took a long drive to a beautiful place, came back and had dinner (all while the sun was out) and just watched a L&O: CSI rerun. Now, I'll probably futz with the new site.
I think all I want to do is lie around reading, and yet somehow I end up going to bars and concerts and things.
I am stuck reading blogs. I am helpless.
Help me!
I think all I want to do is go to concerts and lie around reading, and yet somehow I always end up playing nethack.
I looked it up. It seems to involve "the wand of polymorph," which, one hopes, is not to be confused with whatever wand it was we were discussing the other day.
It's a computer game. It's quite addictive. Eric S. Raymond wrote a guide to it.
L&O:CSI
So, this show involves blustering attorneys and crime recreation?
Google image search on apostropher is pretty funny, too. That's me in the lower right-hand corner.
Lower right-hand corner you say? Damn, dude, you freaky.
Bad lighting.
Well at least there was no redeye from the flash. That's so unflattering.
Apostropher, I don't think you were duly credited for your recent starring role – time to sack your agent.
