Your parents don't think to prepare you for this. "Who's the guy in my spoon?" Is it the Faux Belushi Kabuki? No. Next... Did the Ghost of Green Beans Past put Frank Zappa in there? Probably not. Oh, you're right Leon Redbone, the spoon's 'stache does point to the ceiling, whilst yours and Frank's don't. Welp, only one thing left since I already parodied Dali in this blog...

IT'S-A ME-A, MARIO!!

I thought I left him on my desk in high school, but man, that dude is everywhere. 

This may seem like a stretch to you, but that's because photographs are 2D and when I drive to work, Tom Selleck is 3D. He lurks in my path Monday thru Friday. What do you want, Tom Selleck? You are too old to do the Magnum remake. See how they didn't use Don Johnson in the Miami Vice movie? Maybe you can snag a role in the upcoming Friends reunion shows. Or you could stand in the casting line for the new On Golden Pond or Cocoon. My mom and her friends will go see you.

At first I thought this messenger bag was a lazy bum, but then when I Googled up some images that might resemble it, I realized hey, this bag is just amazingly cool and you shouldn't mess with it. That looks like a cassette brief case, but you never know when a messenger bag is packing heat.

Zim is not amused at being compared to the bottom corner of a naugahyde seat cover. He clenches his fists to warn us of our doom! doom! doom! Either that or he's crushing your head. I didn't see the bonus face in the wood until I got the pic on the puter. Is he talking to Zim? Is he what sidekick Gir looks like in wood as opposed to metal? Is it part of the tree tribe from Lord of the Rings? Or a hacked up limb from the old lady tree in Pocahontas? Zim could tell us... but he is a stealth keeper of the top secret.

Ian cut out a piece of gala apple for Gracie - we were not having a gala - and this whale showed up. Whala, what are you doing in Ian's hand? And why are you all mad and stuff? I gave you a bionic tail to make you feel better. The middle pic is to point out some things that brought Whala to life. The eye - I think whale's don't actually have people-type nostrils - and the mouth of course, but also the tiny pixel tooth that arrived in the digital process. It is not an artifact from Photoshop, but spontaneously grew in Whala's mouth somewhere between the shutter and the usb port. 

The part circled is a moose with curly ears. Or the Grinch with a banana peel strapped to his head. Or Jim says Salvador Dali. I'm going with Jim on this one. Dali Camel Grinch. 

This rare purse frog hopped up on top of the blankeys in the living room chair. It had a lot to say, but I can only divulge the part where it knew the location of my extra set of keys.

Cookie Monster in my Mexico Chiquito's.
"C" is for uh... chips. This is the closest I have seen to Cookie Monster actually eating something as opposed to just mashing it with his gums and spilling it in the floor. I had to google for a while before finding a good picture of Cookie. He's been so commercialized, I kept finding "Baby" Cookie Monster. 

If you're from Arkansas, or if you know college mascots, then you don't need me to tell you this frozen chicken breast is an uncanny likeness of a Razorback. Okay, yes, I added the tail - but you can't fault me for that, since chicken breasts just don't come with a tail. Well, mine didn't. The rest is dead-on, though, am I right? It tasted good too. 

Okay, again, here's one totally unrelated to the face thing, but look at the little guy run! Run little guy! Don't let the fire get you! he he hee! He has no feet!

If you ever watch the Strongbad emails on www.homestarrunner.com, then you know this take-out box is channeling Bubs. I'm trying to remember, but I think it was a shrimp and fish combo from Cap'n D's. 

It's the cat sidekick from Hong Kong Phooey. It made me so mad that HKP never acknowledged the cat's crime-fighting abilities. I think the cat's name was spot. Anyway, this metal decorative thingy is above our mantel, and the cat is in there grinning at us. 

This one's easy. I never saw The Blob, but I know when to be aware of things that could morph into sci-non-fi. 

This is one of the first few pictures I took. Maybe it was in 2004 around when I wrote about the faces in the car dash. But this is one of those undeniable scenes that demand to be photographed. Homer in my chicken and biscuits. Fitting, I think.

Be careful. It is angry. With tufted brow and fire in its mouth, you cannot guess when the legs will become animate. 

This red purse is about to chow on the toddler basket passenger. It is a good thing I was there to intervene. 

This has nothing to do with the face thing. I just got a case of the giggles looking at the "lame" tablecloth. 

Turn your head to the right and you'll see a little robot guy with bags under his eyes, giving you advice about whether it's safe to stick your hand under the seat looking for that pen you dropped. 

The thing you need to know here is that the pizza is smiling, but since it has a breadstick sword impaling its skull, it could snap at any time. Also the nose is suspicious, having only one nostril. 

This is not a face, but Ian thought it was important to alert people that sometimes a gun shows up in your chicken strips. I agree. Please warn children of the danger. 

The part circled in color is a moose with curly ears. Or the Grinch with a banana peel strapped to his head. 

Two scary glowing eyes and a deformed candy cane monobrow. Santa's the nose and the bow is a mad lemon pucker. 

Bzzzz. Fly face. 

Jim says this is Starsky and Hush. I say where's the Starsky? I see a frog smoking a french fry cigar. The frog needs to shave, since he has a coleslaw beard. 

Now this is your quintessential food face. I don't know what that means, or if that's the right spelling, but it sounds like "epitome" without having to actually say "epitome." Plus, "epitome" is one of those words that look funny when you write it out and so some people will mispronounce it. Like "minestrone." We once had a waitress who told us the soup of the day was /min-uh-stron'/ (rhymes with bone; supposed to rhyme with phony, which is what you are when you are eloquently telling the restaurant specials, except for the mispronunciation of the word "minestrone.") Back to the food face: The eyes seem to be melting like Toxic Avenger, and the mouth looks like an octogenarian's lipstick.

The bearclaw looked the yummiest. I threw in some holes, and ate the middle of three. When I got to the table, I knew I had to get up and get my camera. This one makes me think of a bear robot head.