Fun with mirrors gone bad

I haven't been here for while, so I'll aplogize a little, mostly to myself, since very few people continue to read blogs when there are no new posts for months at a time.

I'm going to add a video to the post. I found it on youtube. Surprise, surprise. I'm in a coffee shop right now, and I forgot to bring my headphones, so I haven't listened to the audio on the video, but I don't think you need it. However, it might be funny. I was more interested in the images, of course. And as the guy in the video played around with various head angles, I started recognizing all the strange-looking people I've ever met. The guy whose mouth is too small. The one whose forehead is too big. The one with eyes at the wrong angles, droopy or slanty (but not the ones with one eye that's higher than the other, like Sloth's on the Goonies). The one whose neck is thicker than his head. The one whose entire face is just too small. You've seen them, too.

There is something disturbing about a face that is too symmetrical. I think that is why plastic surgery freaks me out, or at least the Joan Rivers type, where it looks like she's wearing some sort of silicone mask that she puts in a jar by the door when she gets home. And so Paul McCartney doesn't sue me, yeah, that "jar by the door" line is from Eleanor Rigby.