Here is a picture my uncle took when I was literally a babe in arms:

I believe the medical experts call that a Persistent Vegetative State, but I seem to be enjoying it. In fact, I enjoy it to this day. I just needed to find a new woman to feed my indolence. Drop me a line. Doubt I'll answer unless it's new diaper day, and they are forced to waken me, but my personal secretary will no doubt send a pic.
And how old is this picture? Well, it ain't coincidence that I look like Dwight Eisenhower.
Aww! Aren't you cute! My biological clock (which persists, despite my protests, in pestering me to have another child) is veritably screaming at me with this one. "Look!", it says to me. "You, too, can have a tiny, tiny Veloci-type baby! Go on! Do it! Call Mister MacFarland and laissez le bon temps rouler!"
I won't, of course. My youngest is just now old enough to get his own breakfast. I'm not deliberately making another one for the titty.
I love babies, though. All of 'em. Even when they're you. :P
Posted by: Queenie at March 18, 2005 9:27 PMBaby Nihilist. If that's not a good name for a local punk band I don't know what is.
You look like you're working up a mighty poop in that shot, by the way.
Posted by: rankin' rob at March 19, 2005 10:57 AMYou look stoned.
Posted by: Acidman at March 19, 2005 1:45 PMYes. The sweet, sweet buzz of mother's milk.
Posted by: Velociman at March 19, 2005 3:06 PM.. wow.. they had color cameras back then?..
Posted by: Eric at March 19, 2005 6:32 PM