Somebody asked me to put a headshot up on this crummy little blog that nobody reads (CLBTNR). No idea why, but…
Why in the world would you care what I look like?!
- When I was young, I looked like a sort of dumpy nerd, of basically blobular physique, whose attractiveness was maybe in the bottom tertile.
- Now I look like an old guy who used to look like that.
Why would you want to see that? Even I don’t want to see that.
Still… never let it be said that I don’t try to accomodate questions. Of course, the hinkier the question, the more passive-aggressive the answer is likely to be, but… I remind you that you are here of your own free will.
And yes, that’s really me. Last December, for a variety of reasons too complex and personal to bother with, I got a cranial MRI. (Note to MRI technicians: do not ask, just before cramming a patient into a confined space, “You’re not claustrophobic, are you?” The power of suggestion is a real thing.)
Turns out, by some happy accident, I appear to be ok (or at least as ok as I ever am).
I asked for some images, so they burned me a DVD. Unfortunately, it was a software DVD with a Windows application, of all things, to view the images. That was less than completely helpful!
As you can see, the Weekend Publisher was… unimpressed with my dilemma. Though, to be fair, “unimpressed with your puny human dilemmas” is sort of his normal attitude.
However, a friend who also happens to be an academic radiologist pointed me at the Horos Project  and their open-source Mac viewer of DICOM-format images. I extracted an MP4 from one of the series (probably neurological nonsense, but it looked sort of like a head, so I went with it), and then converted that to a 2-second animated GIF for browser interoperability (and to strip off any inconvenient EXIF information).
The creepiest part for me is the disembodied left ear in the first frame, for some reason.
But to be honest, this isn’t even the creepiest sequence. (That one was a slice starting at the front, in which my teeth and eyes sort of jump out at you suddenly.) So… this isn’t the actually worst picture that’s ever been taken of me.
Now you know why you don’t want a headshot of your humble Weekend Editor.
(Hey, US Department of State: Can I get this one on my next passport?)