It's cheaper than LSD

I have a silly compulsion where I try to make a faces out of random shapes, objects, and negative space. I guess this is a left over survival technique from infancy where I needed to recognize my mother's face so I wouldn't starve to death...or something. I've seen my Uncle Frank's likeness in linoleum, dog faces made out of glow in the dark stars stuck to my window, and the Virgin Mary in my friend's doggy door. Cars have faces, wood grain has faces, and drywall has faces.

This skill has come quite in handy the last two days as I stare tiredly into my computer screen at work. There's a huge window just to the left of my computer, outside of which there is a giant tree that sways in the breeze and casts shadow faces on the blinds. I can sit for hours watching Michael Meyers turn to Jason Vorhees and then to Alfred Hitchcock. The Scream mask, the Easter Bunny, Mr. Ed. Benjamin Franklin, Blinky, the Leprachaun. Mickey Mouse, Snoopy, Omar Sharif. Andre the Giant, Che Guevara, Betty Boop. The faces melt quickly into each other and overwhelm my senses into believing that I've just undergone some freaky form of time travel. It's sort of awesome. Also, totally better when I'm getting paid to do it. Holla!