As The Steve Turns...

There's nothing significantly worth writing about today, but I can at least update on all the little things.

1) Steamy Photos: Apparently I'm booked in the studio for my photos on Thursday, the 22nd. The closer I get to the date, the more I'm filled with dread. A big concern is the unveiling. Do I stand in front of the artists and strip? Do I strip in a change room and then walk out naked? Do I change into a robe and then remove it in a sultry fashion? This is a lose-lose situation. Does anyone out there have any suggestions? Also, although I'd never admit it to her face, one of the photographers is causing me some worry. As I mentioned earlier, we used to date. Normally, one would be expected to increase the overall comfort level, but that may not be the case. Our relationship was arguably based on equal contempt for others. This girl is perhaps my equal for sarcastic, hilarious cruelity. I wouldn't be surprised if this whole thing was an elaborate hoax to embarass me. Paranoid? Definitely. But even if that isn't the case, I'll be very vulnerable, a situation I am loathe to put myself into. I can only hope the room is well heated.

2) Karaoke Party: A party is in the works for the long weekend, but I'm fearful it will be a bust. The last such party was a spectacular failure. It seriously went as wrong as it possibly could. When a night goes from Rollicking drunken karaoke to watching Raw Deal starring Arnold Schwartzenegger, you now you've failled as a host. Of course I wasn't much of a host because all but one person cancelled. A bigger man than I would take responsibility for this travesty and admit that it was his poor planning that led him down such a road. Alas, I am a small, petty little man, so I'm accusing my rat-bastard friends.

3) Photogenicly impaired: It's my grandparent's 5oth Anniversary soon and, as a nice little present, my mom has bought them a nice frame with pictures of the family. The only problem is that no one seems to own a nice recent photo of me. Oh, there are recent photos, but we don't have much to choose from.... Basically, for the last couple years I've looked goofy. (Incedently, I looked pretty goofy from ages 4 to17 as well. There was really only a 2 or 3 year period where I looked decent.)