Rorschach Test

Sometimes I think the faces I see are like some kind of Rorschach Test, providing a window into my deepest thoughts.

Like this duck’s foot (flipper?) print.

Duck footprint in snow, webbed toes pointing toward bottom of screen.

Perfectly normal duck print.

Or is it a cartoony ghost?

Duck's footprint with two round black eyes and a round black mouth doodled on, so it looks like a cartoon ghost.

Of course, that’s only if you look at in that direction. If you turn it, you get something else entirely.

Picture turned so webbed feet point to right. Top toe is forehead, middle toe is nose, bottom toe is chin. Eyes, mouth and witch's hat have been doodled on top,

But wait, there’s more. Looking at it from another angle, I see, look at that. Another ghost.

This time webbed toes are pointing at top of screen., forming hands and head of cartoony ghost.

And, of course, we have to check out the final direction.

Two words:

Vampire Elvis.

Webbed toes point to left. Top toe is hair, middle is nose, bottom is chin. Doodled on hair, eye, mouth with pointy tooth, big collar.

Now, some of you may think this means I need therapy. (Fair.) But to the rest of you, it’s probably obvious what my problem is:

I’ve got Halloween on my mind!!!

So prepare for a month of creepy crawly, unearthly, haunted, and/or horrifying posts.

Knot Cool, Man. Knot Cool.

A couple of years ago my family went on vacation to P.E.I. and rented a small cabin. The place was quiet, the beaches were lovely, everything was nice.

Except for one tiny little thing.

Picture of a knot in a wood ceiling.

This was my view from bed.

If you don’t have pareidolia, you probably don’t see a problem.

But if you do?

Knot in wood turned 90 degree counter clockwise, doodled to reveal the evil clown face hiding in the knot.

How was anyone supposed to sleep peacefully with THAT staring down at them?

Eventually I pointed it out to Mr. Defaceit, because, well, how could I not?

Not surprisingly, he couldn’t see the evil clown. But eventually he picked out this face:

Knot turned another 90 degrees counter-clockwise (180 degrees from original) and doodled to reveal a silly, cartoony, singer with hair blowing in the wind.

Needless to say, it was much more comforting to see a silly singer, than it was to see a creepy clown, so I made sure to focus on that when I was lying in bed.

You’d think that was the end of the story.


As I was noodling and doodling with this picture, I found a third face. One truly scary to anyone who’s been reading this blog.

Same knot, turned 90 clockwise from original, doodled to look like a punk duck with a green mohawk and studded collar.

Why is it always ducks?

The Usual Seuss-pects

The sun did not shine
There were germs all about
So we sat in the house
Didn’t want to go out
I sat there with Hubby,
We sat there, we two,
And he said, “Here’s a thought
Of something you could do

You take all these pics
In all of these places
You should start a blog
For all of your faces.”

And all I could do was to 
Right there, on the brink
How I wanted to drink!

Then I looked 
and I saw him
While out for a walk
I looked 
and I saw
The rock who could talk.
And he said to me,
“Why do you stand there and gawk?
Picture of a rock with snow making it look like an eyepatch and a leaf for its other eye.  A pirate hat is doodled on its head.
I know that a blog
Won’t make any money
But you could make 
Lots of good jokes that are punny.

Why we could have
lots of good fun, with some luck.
I can help you to make
A good blog that won’t suck

Look at them,
Look at them, now!” Said the rock.
“A cup and a cake
And a couch that can talk!
I can show you two breads,
I can show you a truck,
And a plate full of food,
And a sinister duck.
And look!
I can come up with a pirate pun
And not only one
Oh no!
Not only one!

Look at them!
Look at them!
Look at them, NOW!
It’s fun to make puns,
And you really know how.
I showed you the cup
And the food and the cake,
I showed you the breads
And a meringue that was baked.
I showed you the food
And I showed you a pot
And look, with one eye
I can find a red bot!
I can spot the red bot
As I make a good pun,
And not only one
Oh no!
Not only one.”

That’s what the rock said…
Then he fell over dead.
The rock was stone cold,
But his mission was done,
I started my blog
And I used ALL the puns.

Pirate rock. Text box reads, "(de)Face It: I find faces. I doodle on faces. You laugh at faces." Speech bubble says, "Avast! Here there be puns!"

Quacking up

It’s not just faces I find in everyday items. Sometimes it’s animals.

Especially ducks.

Group of berries in the shape of a duck. Word bubbles say "How did the writer know her plumber was a duck?" "She saw its butt-quack"

It’s weird, right? That I see ducks.

Yale have to believe me, I don’t want to.

And yet…

Lock doodled to look like Darkwing Duck

Okay, now you know I’m not just weird, but old, too.

Seriously, though, sometimes I wonder if Gary Larson was onto something.

Anatidaephobia: the irrational fear that somewhere, somehow, a duck is watching you.”

-Gary Larson, The Far Side, Universal Press Syndicate, 1988
Sword case with a latch and nameplate that look suspiciously like a duck's face. Speech bubble says, "Quack!" aggressively.

Nevermind, I’m probably just imagining things.

After all, I’ve always been a bit of an odd duck.

GIF of zooming in on the 'face' of the creepy duck seen above.