My portrait doppleganger is a matronly-looking widow from the 1890s.
It started innocently enough. My good friend, the ever-anonymous Washwords, sent me an IM through Gmail chat. I missed it because I had logged out for a nanosecond half an hour, but it showed up in my Gmail, because Google is cool that way, and here is what it said: hey... i can't remember. were … Continue reading Does this email make me look fat?