Spitball Army

Digging around through some old photographs, trying to spark memories buried in the recesses of my brain, I discovered this shot from around New Year’s Eve/Day in January of 1981.  That’s me, FO, on the right, and that’s Mo on the left.  We’re in some classy joint in San Diego, with luxurious pinewood paneling and bedsheets for curtains.  The overeager flash apparatus on the camera has almost completely wiped our faces off!  Flash burn, or something like it.  Only the inanimate objects in the room – notice the lamp in the background – survived with faces intact.

The photo above has been sitting on my desk for a couple of weeks.  I didn’t know what to do with it.  Then, in a moment of mindless whimsy, I decided to scribble us new faces using Microsoft Paint.  Paint is an awkward program; simulating drawing with a mouse is much harder to do than the real thing, unless you don’t mind your work looking like it has been done by a kindergarten student (or younger).  Witness my effort below, with apologies to Mo (who, frankly, turned out a whole lot better-looking there than I did):

If you want to try giving us faces with whatever programs you have, be my guest.  If you do, please e-mail your efforts to me, and I’ll post ’em!  Improvements especially welcomed.