Thumbs

Submitted by Ammon L.

We are Nikole (blue hat), Aubrey (thumbs), Tage (Superman), and Ammon (yellow thumbs). We like cardboard, Captain Crunch With Crunch Berries, singing loudly, making movies about Paul Revere, thumbs, dancing and making people laugh. 

We probably also like hugs, although that isn't a guarantee for all of us. Tage is tall, Ammon is semi-tall, and Nikole and Aubrey are... not quite semi-tall. Sometimes we speak Chinese, English, Chenglish, Geek, Fish, and Salmon (which is like Fish, but more dead-like). Oh, and we can all do pretty decent old people voices. 

On a Boat

Submitted by Esther C.

Jacinda loves painting, art, photography and fashion. In the photo, she's on holiday in Indonesia on a boat. As you can see, she has her camera around her neck because she's always snapping photos of everything.

House of PhART

Submitted by Brittni

This is a photo of myself (on the left) with my roommates Kailee, Rebecca, and Jessi...as a group, we're known as the House of PhART. We love Harry Potter, Shark Week, and our furry black cat, Alice.

Baloney and Poop

Submitted by Sarah W.

This is me (right) and my adorable little sister. We are halfway across the world from each other right now so I think a free crappy portrait would be lovely to send to her. She calls me Baloney. I call her Poop. We are seven years apart. She is a little cute junior high brace face who plays violin. I'm away teaching English in Ukraine with my ukulele. Our family is overly obsessed with Disneyland. She gets really angry when I steal her scarves. And we have never stopped believing that someday we are going to sail away to Africa together.

Whine and Dine

Submitted by Tiffany W.

This photo's unofficial title is Theoretical Girl Band because it looks like a photo of a rock band doesn't it? We're actually not a band, we're a group of five friends who have kept in touch since college and we meet up every once in a while. We call ourselves W(h)ine and Dine because that's what we do: we whine about stuff, we drink wine (lots) , and we eat (our feelings). We have been each other's best support systems since entering the real world.

Collectively we like dogs, artsy (and sometimes not so artsy) films, trips to Target, grass fields (obviously), and star gazing. Our photographer is the fifth member of the group so she's not in the photo, could you add her in? Her favorite color is green, just like her eyes.

Old Gregg

  

Submitted by Amanda J.

My husband decided to be Old Gregg for Halloween. He went all out. I made his wig out of a hula skirt and a do-rag. Our hairless Chinese Crested dog was a ram and looked pretty cute, for a gremlin. My Medusa costume was weak. I guess the snakes were too small. Not that it mattered, nothing does after drinking Bailey's out of a shoe.

Pirates are Dangerous

This is my beautiful, sister Jessica. Jessica is a big Disney fan, she loves the movies and, loves going to the theme park. Her favorite Disney character is Princess Belle and, Goofy. She's a total animal lover. Her favorite animals are dogs and, monkeys. She enjoys watching Twilight, she finds it to be one of the most romantic movies, of our time. When Jessica is happy about something or, excited she does a silly little goofy dance.

The Haunted Boat

Submitted by Lisa H.

This all started at a media launch party held on a San Francisco pier. After a free beer or three or four, we saw some people from the party getting on a boat parked nearby. Being drunk, naturally, getting on this boat we knew nothing about seemed like a great idea. A group of us from the party ignored the quiet alarm (or doorbell?) that sounded when we walked on and ran around marveling at how much it was like "Life Aquatic" and admiring the large wooden helm.

We ran into a guy who said, "Hey, dudes, I live here! Come party with me." He showed us a room that had been used for a Halloween party the night before. It was full of mannequin parts covered in red paint, meant to look like a dismembered Kiss-like clown. In the glaring lights, it just looked fake and weird. Then our host took us to the engine room, room with the helm (again), and the living room deck filled with '70s couches and containing a full wine rack, which was like something out of "Pirate Radio."

Earlier, when we were too drunk to comprehend it, we saw a handful of people climb up to the crow's nest. "Hey, look, some people went up there, whoa!" And "Hey, they're still up there!" But as we sobered up, to three of us at least, it started to seem like a good idea.

The only way up to the crow's nest, about two or three stories above the third-floor, was a narrow ladder. In the middle of this narrow ladder, a taut rope connected to some other ship part was attached. Half way up, there's another pole running through the middle. Then, the crow's nest has no entrance or door — you just have to climb over the rail. We could see the ballpark even better, all the buildings downtown, and the Navy aircraft carrier holding the Blue Angels.

Then we had to figure out how to get down. My friend put on his Dad hat and told me we would be just fine, getting down is easy. Once we were safe on the deck, we had a big hug of post-panic relief. "Oh my God! We made it! That was CRAZY!" Please, no one else try anything like that.