Say Cheese!

A few weeks ago I got a new computer at work. It's a huge improvement over my previous Paleozoic-era machine. (In computer years, that is. In real time, circa 1999.)

The only feature I'm not thrilled about is the built-in camera. It's a great idea in theory, but the results have been less than spectacular. The first time I turned it on I was shocked by the sight of my haggard, worn-out visage popping up on the screen. I always thought I looked fairly young for my age, but hooooo-boy!

So now I've developed this habit of turning on the camera at random moments during the day and doing a face check. Apparently I display only two different facial expressions while at the office - stoned out of my gourd or rode hard and put away wet. So far the only time I looked like "myself" was when I checked in while rockin' out to a favorite old Van Halen song. I guess I need to surround myself with music at all times. Music must be the key. And maybe some better lighting.