Ever since I was a tiny baby, I've always wondered if I could measure up to the honor of having my likeness limned by the insouciant rakehell known to the demimonde as the up-and-coming satirist enfant terrible Neil Shakespeare.
Well, it appears my time has come.
Not wishing to draw too much attention to just how rarefied a fellowship this puts me in, I won't condescend to enumerate the list of Bloggovian celebrities who have not had their likenesses done by Mr. Shakespeare, but a discreet cough and a vague wave at James Wolcott, Michael Berube, Markos Moulitsas and the Rude Pundit will no doubt make my point. I do, however, join such luminaries as Res Publica and the Viscount LaCarte on Mr. Shakespeare's gallery wall. A signal honor, Mr. Shakespeare, and I'll tip my hat to the Jesus Monument next time I saunter by.