Well this explains everything:
Just 41 minutes after midnight 39 years ago today I made my entrance to this world. I was not a pretty baby, as you can see for yourself. All my life when I’d be sitting around without (what I thought was) any particular expression on my face someone would occasionally walk up to me ask what I was pissed off about. This always confused me because most often I wouldn’t be thinking about anything at all and was likely just sort of zoning out, my mind blanker than a sheet of paper. Eventually I figured out that what I thought was my “blank look” came across to others as my “I’m going to kick your ass just because I feel like it” look.
Looking back at my baby picture I can see that I’ve been cursed with that scowl from day one. Fortunately I got a little prettier as I got older, if not any less scary lookin’ to some people. You can see several more pics of me throughout the years over at my mother’s blog where she’s put together a small pictorial which even includes several where I don’t have my now trademark beard (mainly because I was too young to grow it) and with a full head of hair.
I was going to write a retrospective entry about my birthday, but to hell with that as they tend to be boring. It’s not like I have any great wisdom to impart at this point. Hell, I’m still trying to figure out at what point I start feeling like an adult and not like some youngster who’s been faking everyone out about his age.