"Now that your camera is working," said the writer's friend, "It's about time you posted a decent picture on your blog."
"What do you mean?" asked the writer. "That picture's decent. I'm modestly dressed and everything."
His friend sighed. "That's not what I meant. It's low quality. The lighting is terrible."
She pulled up his blog and showed him the picture. "See? You can hardly see your face."
"But I already know what my face looks like, silly," said the writer.
"Just do it."
"But they'll see that I'm already going grey..."
"But... oh okay, fine, Miss Bossy."
The writer's friend nodded. "The lighting still isn't great, and your desk is way too cluttered, but at least you're visible. You're not smiling, though."
"Am so. That's my smile."
"Are not. Try again."
"Is that smiley enough for you?"
"That'll work. The leather jacket is a nice touch. Very 'bad boy.' It's almost like you were cool or something."
"Thanks. Twenty dollars, Dillards, on a really good sale. Sometimes when I wear it I pretend I'm Wolverine."
She rolled her eyes. "Does it hurt... when your nerd comes out?"
I made my voice low and gruff. "Every time."