the many faces of willow wonder

Lately I’ve had the strange and pretty awesome opportunity to see myself represented on the canvas and the silver screen. By ‘canvas’ I mean plaque, and by ‘silver screen’ I mean HDTV.
First there was my mii:

Well, the big headed part is right.
Then Mike (thebestboyfriendthateverlived!!!) Merrill commissioned Ryan (thebestportlandsuperheroartistthateverlived!!!) Berkley to paint my portrait as The Rose City Wrangler, a character that Mike and I created. I mean discovered. Because she is real.

And finally, Mike’s obsession with managing a virtual WWE franchise gave rise to this buxom bombshell:
Let me just say that those were the smallest ta-tas available.
I am definitely most excited about the Wrangler, and she is hanging above my bookcase as I type this. But it’s weird that some programmer in a dungeon somewhere was able to come up with code that lets me make me (mii). Granted I can’t get the ta-tas perfect, but the likeness is close enough that people who come to play the wii can recognize my mii, and Liz, upon seeing the thumbnail image of my WWE character instantly recognized me.
Anyway, it’s fun and it feeds my vanity (just what the world needs). It’s like playing with dolls, only they’re cyber and they’re me. Whoa, man.