Fog

 

I feel like the Dos Equis most interesting man in the world when I say, I don't always get sick, but when I do, I really do. And I feel like I am in a very dense fog. This image is an updated version of a post I made years ago, ripping off a movie poster for John Carpenter's Fog. I created it myself using Photoshop.

I just asked ChatGPT to update it. I like the way it merges my current white beard into the fog. Though I don't think it is that much better than the version I created with Photoshop. But I wasn't sick when I created the original. At least I don't think I was. It's all kind of a fog.

Having grown up a Christian Scientist as a kid, being sick was never an experience filled with comfort and sympathy from my mother.  Being sick meant more shame than anything else. When other kids got thermometers, aspirin, and cool wash clothes, I got disappointed looks and passages from the bible and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy.  So I never faked being sick to get out of school like other kids.

Now I hate staying home as well as long as I can stand up.  Fortunately I don't get sick often.  But I get the same disappointed (and often dirty looks) if I show up at the office coughing. Since Covid, people prefer silent suffering.

This is another random image I created years ago for St. Patrick's Day (obviously ripping off Silence of the Lambs). Here's ChatGPT's version.

I like to think of it as an ode to the moment when I discovered through DNA tests that I wasn't Irish. It also looks a bit like a police sketch of DB Cooper. 

Or an agent from Men in Black.  My mind does wander. I blame it on the fog.