In October 2006 I turned myself into a garden gnome for a post called "Stealing Gnome" in which I encouraged people to steal my gnome and put it in their blogs. I had people reading my blog back then who actually actively engaged with me. It had the feeling of a real community that I could interact with without any real human contact. The introvert in me loved it. I was able to garner positive feedback for what I thought were my creative talents and shut out anyone who didn't like it. It was pretty much a win, win situation. Until all the people reading my blog got bored and drifted away.
But enough of blatant self pity. Here's a 2026 version of me as a garden gnome.
If you are a purist and don't like the painted version here's more more stony version of me as a garden gnome.
What these 2026 garden gnome versions of me is how everything but your nose and ears shrink as you get old. But it occurred to me while I was creating this post, that, although I did touch on pink yard flamingos, I never put my face on one. That is, until now.
Oh, if I could only fabricate a flock of these for my front yard and really freak out the neighbors.
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