new foray

After hearing about some contest at Old Navy to pick the most wretchedly mundane "spokesdog" possible -- true, they didn't phrase it that way, but the entrants are simply yawn provoking -- I've decided to throw myself into the modeling field, and am confident that I can round out my already formidable resume with a photo shoot for L'Oreal or Porsche. Here's the pensive shot, in which I'm considering the inadvisability of fecal feasts in 100 degree weather. Ford Modeling: call me!