My darling Ivy, my friend in the cave. Don’t know when she got there. Don’t know why she would stay. The glint of her eye says she might once roamed free. But, she has no voice and could never tell me.
Sometimes I see very cute faces in things, like last week when I was behind a Jeep without its spare tire. He had a really goofy smile.
But every now and then I see a freaky Cave Demon. GAH! Burn it with fire!
For your reading pleasure, see Jiangang Liu’s IgNoble Prize for researching what happens to the brain when you see Jesus on a piece of toast.
I do not like mannequins with faces or other human features. Let me explain: I got upset this morning when drinking my McDonald’s coffee because I didn’t like the “face” the plastic lid made when I opened the drink hole. You can imagine the shock to the system that an angry mannequin would be when you are deep in the bowels of a silent, decommissioned battleship.
I left out the horrors of the dental examination rooms for your safety. I don’t want you to have any nightmares! My seven-year-old declared the dental exhibit inappropriate. Yes. Somehow it’s creepy as hell to have motion-detectors on your sound system. A sound system blaring out a buzzing drill with a man screaming.
Oh, I don’t want to warn you about that section. It’s best experienced in person.
Okay, so the purpose of this project was to use the fisheye lens I rented to enhance the creepy factor of these creepazoids. I just knew there would be something horrid to distort on this old ship. Yay! Museum folks never understand what neurotic people might make of their work.