I don’t know what it is about “shooting reflection” self-portraits that make them such a popular cliché. They’re pretty much the one-man version of the “taking a picture of someone taking a picture of you” cliché that we all love so much.

This is Rick. My sister took me to FAO Schwartz to put him together, a birthday gift months in the making. Like me, he enjoys a good Irish whiskey from time to time. Perhaps too much.

This has been my view for much of the three-day weekend. I wish I could blame my sloth on illness or other, but I got over my cold sometime on Thursday or Friday. It has been raining, though. That miserable, cold, chilling rain. It’s a pity, too, because it’s “warmed up some” and actually hit the mid-40s this weekend. If not for the rain, I might’ve been incensed to go out and do something.

I’ve always dug the effect caused by parallel mirrors. It was this odd eternity that stretched on, but you could never quite see it.

Of course, while my table tennis nemesis and I tend to play on an almost-daily basis, there are times when he’s either too tired or too busy or just not around to play. It’s times like those that I break out my handy cloning machine and make myself another evenly-matched opponent.