“I’m glad scrambled eggs don’t have lips,
because when I’m grinning over a hearty breakfast,
it would really freak me out to see my breakfast grinning back.”
-- Jarod Kintz,
There are Two Typos of People in This World:
Those Who Can Edit and Those Who Can't
|Porridge face 4-26-13|
"Hurray', shouted Glokta. 'Porridge again!'
He looked over at the motionless Practical.
'Porridge and honey, better than money,
everything's funny, with porridge and honey!”
-- Joe Abercrombie, The Blade Itself
There's a saying that if you walk around carrying a hammer, everything starts to look like a nail.
What if you walk around carrying a camera? Does everything start to look like a face?
It seems to hold true, because I see faces everywhere.
I see faces in the wood grain of the bedroom door.
I see faces in the texture of the carpet.
I see faces in the paint swirls in the faux-finish on my bathroom walls.
I saw this guy smiling back at me from my bowl of hot quinoa porridge.
And since I do walk around carrying a camera, I did what I do.
He was there. So was I. It happened. We both liked it.
I think he's pretty cute.
I ate him anyway.
He was mushy.