A belated HNT to everyone/anyone stopping by. I couldn't resist posting this picture as it captures my alter-ego's insignia and also qualifies as a Half-Naked Thursday shot. But the real question is: whose them two broads spying on me while I change into my uniform? They look nice, but spooky. I'm not sure if I trust them. Was their attention drawn by the fact that I hadn't yet pulled up my tights? I guess I should just be happy they couldn't shout rude remarks. Happy HNT everyone/anyone. See ya next week.

Well, I finally tossed my reticence and joined the HNT club. Wow, I feel so . . . exposed. I gotta admit though, this giddy freedom I get from casting off the thick outer layer feels great. Why do we wear shoes anyway?

Here's another thought--It's funny how pictures allow us to study, like laboratory rats, the subjects we photograph. I'm now inexplicably drawn, as I view my naked feet, into a curious session of self examination: why do they look so different? Followed, instantly, by the cold realization: I am not symmetrical. ;-) It's odd, isn't it. But I guess all our paired parts are like that, right? I mean, do our hands look alike, or our . . . well you get my drift. Happy HNT everyone. I promise not to be so self-critical in the future.