I'm not a tremendously huge fan of the third person, so let's just call a spade a spade and say it like it is, "Happy Birthday to me!" Me being Sean Cliver. I am, of course, the answer to the oft asked question, "Who's the f'ing clown behind the online ROYGBIV curtain, anyway?" That bozo is indeed me, but I don't particularly care for tooting my own horn every damn day so I tend to err on the side of nigh anonymity. In this day and age, I suppose that's a virtual anomaly, seeing as social nitwitting and blogging have elevated the frightfully unabashed act of self-absorption on a global scale, but me, well, I still like a modicum of privacy—not that you could tell that from the photo above or the assorted asinine stories I've shared about my testicles, making a mold of my penis, or the inability to act like a responsibly mature social drinker. All that said and hyper-linked for your clicking at the speed of leisurely ease, please disregard everything aforesaid. Honk, honk!
(Photo by Lindsey Shupe; Madrid, Spain 2010)