From time to time I get sick of my avatar.
(What’s an avatar? Here’s wikipedia’s thorough but geeky definition: “An avatar is a computer user’s representation of himself/herself or alter ego whether in the form of a three-dimensional model used in computer games, a two-dimensional icon (picture) or a one-dimensional username used on Internet forums and other communities….”)
For a long time I had a photo up, but even an above-average photo of myself staring back at me gets kind of old.
Before that I had a Simpsons avatar, which a friend of mine made for me:
This is not inaccurate . My goatee trends toward the feral, my hair trends toward lump-on-toppishness, and there are many days that allergies and fatigue conspire to make my eyes look like I’ve been huffing airplane glue.
But I’ve already used it. Over. Done. Next. Then the other day I saw an avatar from a guy I follow on Twitter:
Urban, a bit of an anarchist vibe … not bad, eh? Better still, he gave me a URL to make one of my own. Here’s my effort:
Hmm. Not so good. This one looks like it had some kind of tragic facial-hair mishap.
But my son took a crack at it for Father’s Day. Here’s his effort.
Oh, you could quibble (no eyebrows, a block head, my left eye looks like an “after” picture from a hockey fight, my nose is … ?), but still, I quite like it. So for the time being, this is my new look online.