Appearances

I think I've mentioned before that my meatworld presence can startle people sometimes. Well, on Sunday the family was going out to see an eleven-year-old nephew perform in his rock band. As the venue was at a church, I thought that perhaps I should ditch the jeans for a day. Ponytail neatly groomed, beard and 'stach trimmed, black pressed pants, a black turtleneck, and black leather jacket. On going out the door and putting on the black sunglasses, the fifteen year-old boy glances at me.

"You going out looking like that?" he asks.

"Yes," I reply, "why?"

"You look like someone that people pay to kill other people."

Hmmm. "Then the illusion is complete," I say as we go out the door.

He paused for a second. "Well, at least we'll get a row of seats to ourselves."

Always looking on the bright side, he is. Oh, and the significant other's reaction? "Aww, you look cute. And look at that! Your pants have a crease!"