*(Note: Congrats to Erin Moon for winning the Steven Curtis Chapman giveaway from yesterday. Erin, send me your info and I'll pass it along to EMI.)

Thanks to Bryan Allain, I had the extreme pleasure of going to the Killer Tribes conference this past weekend and it was great. I got to meet people who are now friends and not "friends," I was finally able to meet Tyler Stanton who I'm running a site with and have exchanged 14,000 emails with over the past few months, and I even had the good fortune of melting down in front of a large group of people when a microphone was put in front of my mouth. Basically, par for the course of my life.

But one recurring theme reared it's ugly head much to my surprise: Apparently, people were quite varied on how I looked.

Off-handedly, I'd chosen a singular picture for my online identity because I was too lazy to take a picture with me smiling giddily while wearing a cardigan, holding a cup of hot coffee and frolicking with a majestic Golden Retriever / Yellow Lab.

This is that picture:

Here are some of the comments I received at the conference about this picture:

"You look like you were too busy playing WoW to look at the camera."
 
"You look like you are sitting in the basement of a mental hospital."
 
"You look like you are either on friendly terms with or are a child molester."
 
"You look like you are wearing those glasses that are shaded because you are blind or have terrible taste."

Fair. They are all fair. But now, I'm having an identity crisis. So if you see me changing pictures at will, you can blame yourselves. All of you.