Ok - I'm taking one for the team here.
For the sake of a good 80's blog post I'm risking any last shred of respect I might have and I'm going out on a limb to display - for the whole wide web world to see - my Olan Mills photo. If there's one thing that a wiry, dorky, Casio-watch-that-plays-Dixie-wearing, breakdancer-shirt-sporting kid doesn't want to see during his awkward middle school years, it's the Olan Mills photographer. I don't think I've ever seen a flattering Olan Mills picture - of anybody! Or maybe it's just a guy thing. Or maybe it's just a me thing. Maybe I'm just realizing that me & the O.M. just don't work.
Anyhow, I'd never just post a ugly picture of myself if I didn't have something to go with it. And I do. Thanks to a stash of memorabilia I just received from my mom (perhaps she's my archiving inspiration), I have not just the Olan Mills photo, but the actual order form we used to throw away my dad's hard-earned cash so my mom could immortalize my awkwardness in an 8x10 matte finish.
For some reason, I don't think it's necessary to include "Click on any image to enlarge."