Fat Bastard.

…no, not Santa. Me. They say, “Don’t be fat and ugly, go to the gym and just be ugly”. I think “they” might have been onto something there. So, obviously, that time of year again – my only holiday tradition; Santa pics with the pups. I don’t want to say it was a trainwreck, but it was a trainwreck – because reasons. Still, a half-way decent pic this year; probably the best of the 5 times we’ve done it. It is practically impossible to get a decent photo of all 4 of us – me, Santa, Blackjack and Tonka. So, they shoot 5 or 6 shots, and I simply pick out the least-worst of the lot. Sorta like playing chess, when you know you have no good moves left. Nonetheless, it’s done, and I guess I’m glad I’ve documented us once more for posterity. I’d really like a great pic of me and the boys – I need to find a photographer.

Probably the best of the lot, not that that is saying much – click for larger

Probably the best of the lot (especially after my Photoshop magic), not that that is saying much – click for larger

These old ones – ugh. Turbo ugh. I think that girl who said I was single because I’m…unattractive might have been on to something. At the very least, I don’t photograph well, unless I’m wearing the motorbike helmet or a paper sack.

Who knows, maybe by next year, I’ll be prettier. I don’t think that’s how the Universe works, though, and sadly, Photoshop doesn’t have enough filters to help much.