Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Power Girl in Da House!
I'm posting this picture, not because I think it's a particularly good picture of me (you can barely see my face and it emphasizes just how gray my hair is getting) but because I think it's hilarious.
My friend Ben sent me this photo this morning. It was taken at his wedding reception about a week ago. While I don't find myself to be especially appealing in the image, I have to admit there is technical skill and artistry in how it was taken. Which is what I find so amusing. The photographer was trying to take pictures of people doing all kinds of different things. I assume he thought it would be interesting to record a moment in time in which I, a friend of the groom, was pensively reflecting on the future of the loving couple and the long, happy road ahead of them.
As it happens, I was thinking of boobs.
Just outside the shot as it was framed were my other two friends and co-workers, Matt and Greg. They had just followed me outside to get some fresh air. Though I'm fine in closed spaces, I tend to get claustrophobic around crowds and the dance floor was packed. Which brings me to the boobs. On the floor, dancing bent over, with a young girl, was a lovely and impressively endowed woman in a revealing black dress. Her girls were bouncing around like two fat kids on a trampoline and I just knew we were headed for a Tara Reid moment. I felt horribly guilty for staring but I AM a healthy, red-blooded American male, after all and it's kind of my job. After three or four songs, she took a break from dancing and we went outside. Where we proceeded to take bets as to whether or not we were going to see the "girls" before the DJ called it a night. That's what we were discussing when that photo was snapped.
When my wife reads this, she will most likely make "oinking" sounds at me. She knows what a pig I am, you see. And what, you ask, does any of this have to do with comic books? Just this:
Posted by Matt Wieringo at 6:44 PM