I don’t take many pictures of myself, though I used to do the “camera at arms length while putting my arm around a cute Japanese woman” thing when I was in Japan. That was a while ago, and a lot more random when you had to actually put film in the camera and send it off to get it developed to see what the picture looked like. That’s why I had to ask the gym to see if they’d give me some pictures of me for my online dating profile. I still have a match.com account, for example, that needs updating. That site kind of bums me out, though, and I have yet to get a date there.

Here are some pictures.

So what does that show me? I’m an old sweaty Asian man who seems to squint a lot. Any comments on the pictures from the peanut gallery?

Something yesterday was much harder than I first realized, because my hamstrings are sore and I couldn’t do any ankles-to-bars because my abs were too sore. Other than that, the day was OK. People scheduled customer calls during the time I wanted to be at lunch, but that’s to be expected. Another bad $6 salad down my gullet.

I did spend quite a bit of time researching my RFID obsession. There’s data on my company ID badge and I want to know what it is. It started back when I got an ID card at a conference. This is going to require a very tiny soldering iron and a microscope to build the circuit board all so I can read a long number, I bet. A long and boring arbitrary serial number. I’m not sure why I even bother, but you know how obsessions are.