Phoned-In Face Photo

I'm hard at work on NaNoWriMo, finally making progress for the first time in days. I'm actually excited about where these new chapters are taking the story and I'm afraid I'm going to lose momentum if I stop to blog now. But I don't want to fail at NaBloPoMo, either. I TOLD you this could be an issue and that I'd likely fail at both. So, you know, no whining. In order to try to keep both going, today, on the 22nd day of NaBloPoMo, I am posting my very first "phoning it in" post.

Shut up! I have NOT phoned it in so far. I mean, I've written posts on my PHONE (including this one), but I haven't "phoned" it in. Seriously. Stop it. Those other posts may have been lame, but they still took effort! Ummm... I'm uncomfortable with the direction that sentence is going to take me. So I'm going to pretend you all get what I mean and get to the point.

Do you all remember when I wrote that post about seeing faces everywhere? No? I thought a post about my paranoia/love of accidental faces would be more memorable. Okay, fine. Click here to read it again. Or for the first time, I guess, if you're new. I'll wait.

Did you read it? Seriously, GO READ IT!

Okay, last chance.

Well, here's the phoning it in part of the post. This is all very anticlimactic, by the way. Well, I'm sure you're aware of that. If you're still reading this. Which you probably aren't. I believe the word you're looking for is anyways....

Here's a picture on another face.

This is Brother and Sister-In-Law's old kitchen sink. when they remodeled, they replaced it and put it on the back porch to take to the landfill. It snowed before they could and I think it looks like a sad, lonely old man. What do you think?

The Faces Find Me

I see faces everywhere. I have since I was a small child. Mostly smiling faces, but other faces as well. No, not human faces, attached to human bodies, as part of human beings who surround me. I mean cartoonish smiley faces in obscure places, like food or plants. I don’t know if it’s because I have a vivid imagination, a sign that I’m lucky (like finding a four-leaf clover), or that I’m seeing things that aren’t there. Recently, I’ve been documenting this phenomenon. I would say this is to prove I’m not crazy, but really I just enjoy the faces and I want to keep them around for awhile. But since I have them at hand, I thought I would share them with you all and see if you think I’m crazy or if you see it, too. Please tell me you see them, too…

These are in not in chronological or even logical order. They are in an order that I determined had the best artistic and evidentiary effect.  Let’s begin.

This is a chip. A joyous chip. I pulled it out of the bag like this. This is an obvious one, right? I guess maybe a normal person would have just eaten it without examining it. Or maybe their eyes wouldn't have registered the face-potentiality unless they pulled it out of the bag at exactly this angle. But maybe they would have seen it, too. Or maybe I'm just crazy.

I opened my pudding one day at lunch. There was a ghost staring back at me. I choose to believe he is a friendly ghost, sent to brighten a hectic and lonely day. I named him George. I'm sad for you if you go through life without finding things like George.

Sometimes, the faces are more obscure, like this cereal muppet monster (And yes, I usually see the faces in my food... maybe this is why I eat so much? Because my food is so friendly?)

But sometimes, they're very obvious. It's like some good Samaritan came along before me and turned this ash pile into a friend just for me. Is it sad that I think of these faces as friends? Because I have real friends, too. I do! I swear. They may be on the Internet, but they're real. Unless they're robots. Or alligators in disguise...

Then, some of the faces are not smiley. Sister's dashboard is evil. And it doesn't like me. You see the angry air conditioner, right? Right? Anyone?

And then there's Roommate, who gets me on a level no one else does and sends me this in a text message. It was in response to my text that said, "I miss your face. In my life. Every day." She later sent me a picture of her actual face, but this one was cute, too. (And yes, I'm that kind of needy, almost-stalkery friend who tells people she misses their faces instead of just telling them she misses them...)

These six (poor quality iPhone) photos are just a small cross-section of the last six months of my life. A life filled with faces. Most of them smiley, some of them evil air vents. Please tell me you see the faces, too...?