nb “fugly” in this context means “FUNNY UGLY”, ok?
One of the world’s best and funniest people, the writer Jenny Lawson, wrote a blog post yesterday about some shit she pulled at the Mom 2.0 Summit conference, and it was awesome.
I KNOW RIGHT!?! That happens to me too! My arm just isn’t long enough to stop my neck doing that chubby baby’s thigh thing, that is unless I hold the damn phone at a 90 degree angle above my head. And probably drop it on my face.
Anyway she wrote about how much fun it was, and also how
scary liberating it was to share a photo of herself and her friend looking like – in her words – giant thumbs and/or penises. And because she encouraged her readers to share their awesomeness, they posted their funny ugly selfies in the comments section.
Except I couldn’t get the photo to upload so I decided to write my own post instead. Lucky you!
Anyway Jenny then put her photos through this app called How Old Do I Look? I remember seeing a link to it on FB last week or the week before but I couldn’t be arsed. But today I tried it, even if just to see if, like Jenny, one of my fugly photos could confound a computer’s brain.
The app warned me beforehand that it might not get my age / gender / species right, and that they were “working to improve this feature”. Personally I think it’s fine just the way it is.
Hot Tip: Having a crappy phone camera saves you smearing vaseline on the lens. Next I did the fugly (ie FUNNY ugly) ones.
Actually it’s more like Little Nicky.
This is how I get out of bed in the morning and J never comments on my youthful appearance. Is that grounds for a divorce?
Oh, and I see I will also be a man. Awesome! I get to skip menopause. Jenny was so right! That was heaps fun. And the more times I read her post the more I piss myself laughing. My face and neck hurts now, but I’m thinking of it as a free facial plus everyone knows it helps you stay young if you stretch.