Do not read this post.

…Because if you do, you’ll be suckered in to poking fun at yourself in the most inhuman way.

Why oh why do we find humor in the subtlest things? What possesses us to throw down our household duties and take up the most mindless activities online?

Right now I’m going to blame it on a bad back. I mean, it wouldn’t be wise to mop with a hurting spine, right??

Right??

Hrm.

Well, anywho.

There’s this site that I found a while ago called “Yearbook Yourself” (www.yearbookyourself.com). The object is simple enough – just choose your gender, upload a forward facing photo of yourself, align your eyes and nose with the grid, and WHAM…. you are given a 50 year look into what your senior yearbook would have looked like every 2 years since 1950.

Here I am in 1950!

….and here I am graduating in 1982. POOF!

Ain’t I purdy?

So well. If you’re reading this, it looks like you didn’t take my post title seriously. And now I bet you’re about to go off (secretly, of course) and find out what you would have looked like in 1962. Or perhaps 1974. Or every year in between.

…Don’t say I didn’t warn you.