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My Family.

My brother, Ben. This is possibly the cutest picture of an infant in the world. And he's related to me. Of course, he doesn't look like this anymore.

He looks like this. Except usually his head isn't in a historical reproduction of a blast furnace.

My sister Becky and I were photographed together a lot. But please note that we no longer dress this similarly.

We're still occasionally found together. See the other half of this lovely series.

My family (in the form of my brother, my sister, and my Uncle Jock), ruining nature. (That guy on the left isn't my family, however. He's Jason.)

Plain Ol' Me.

Me, aged 17, wearing an interesting shade of pink and trying to pretend that I don't hate to have my picture taken in any context, nevermind professionally.

I was trying my best to ward off a camera-happy friend with my "May you die the death of a thousand swords" look. Needless to say, it was quite ineffective.

Angus McDork, as we fondly dubbed this foam-coreboard Scotsman, was one of the more exciting highlights of a recent family outing. I couldn't resist him. (The color is terrible, because my scanner has been misbehaving lately.)

Other People

"Let's skip class and go to Portsmouth!" So we did. (Leah, Me, Lissa, and Emily. In that order.)

A bit of a cliche, but at the time it seemed really necessary.

Three of my good friends: Lael, Phil, and Jill. And yes, that forest behind us IS decorated. Festive, don't you think?

My roommate (and best friend) Lissa and I before a women's choir concert, of which there were far too many.

Mandy, the dishiest chick this side of the Mississippi, visiting her Heritage(tm) in the form of this statue of a bloodthirsty colonial woman located in the scariest public park my town has to offer.

This guy is less of a friend, more of an acquaintance. He lives down the street and I go visit sometimes so that he can look down his nose at me. You know the type.

And what personal web page could really be complete without a picture of one's cat? So here it is. My cat, the aptly named Dr. Claw.