Never take pictures of me when I’m talking…
Smiling… laughing – that’s okay, but if you catch me on film/pixels while I’m talking, I look like I’m either in the midst of an epileptic fit, morphing into a velociraptor or channelling Lucille Ball in one of the episodes where she has to deal with stomping grapes or packaging chocolates.
Below is a pic of me giving my Toast to the Groom at a wedding from October. I know, HOT, right? Who wouldn’t want to tap that? Later we played Throw Wedding Favors into Heather’s Mouth!
NEVER when I’m talking. There is a plethora of photographic evidence from more than a handful of public events where I’ve had to give a speech. I’m sure that I looked just fine actually giving the speech, but catch any of the individual seconds of those speeches candidly? It’s like I’m having a stroke, and instead of calling 911, the photographer took pictures of it. DUDE!!! How about a little fucking dignity here?
And as I’ve already let that horse out of the barn – here are some others…
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| Help me! I have lock jaw!! |
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| Brain aneurysm! I am having a brain aneurysm!!! |
Nothing to do with public speaking but here’s when I got too friendly with an alpaca and it spat on me. Here is the before…
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| Oh aren’t you the sweetest little alpaca I’ve ever seen! |
And here is the after…
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| I totally deserved that. |
I'll say it again, I LOVE your story telling face.