When it's make believe

Drew this on Paint after posting.

I decided to try doing these heavily-shadowed bean things, though mine isn't shadowed because there's a spotlight pointing up at him... I think.



I leave it to you to decide what it's doing. If you're suicidal or psychotic, you might have an idea, but then, this thing is open-ended so no one's really sure what it's going to do.

I wuff it.

(Just in case: if somebody out there loves this as much as I do and wants to click on it and save it on their pc so they can post it somewhere else, please link back to this blog or cite me. Considering my blog's obscurity though, I can be assured it's safe from those rip-off predators.) ^_______^
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Current obssessions: Nickel Creek, and the words "sleeper hit".

Nickel Creek! Nickel Creek! Ang galing galing nila! I'm not sure about their genre but I think it's bluegrass... or country or acoustic. If you like something laid back and easy on the ears, click on WMedia Player (while online), search for them and listen to a song. Reasons Why is good.
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I watched an episode of The Swan yesterday (alas, because there is no such thing as Quality TV). I realized that it was their blonde hair that disturbed me the most, more than the painful surgery or their exaggerated grotesqueness before the transformation-- sure, both these things were gruesome, but the blonde hair color tops it off.

I don't know how others see it. Maybe they dismiss it as some normal beautifying procedure. But to me, it's a strong reminiscent of that (horribly flat) movie, Stepford Wives. They're all repackaged. Dolled up. BARBIED. That's exactly it! They're transforming them into some Barbie doll, to be shipped off to the far corners of the commercial world. They're marketing this IMAGE, this MENTALITY that women have to look like THAT to be beautiful. If that's not true then why can't they even keep the hair color?!

Sigh.