I'm told kids don't develop this ability to distinguish an object from what it randomly resembles until they're about two years old or so. I'm also told I developed it ludicrously early, which is pretty sweet.
That said, I didn't see the sailboat in Magic EyeTM pictures until I was 22. I also didn't see a natural rainbow until I was 23.
And around the same time I learned to see the Man in the Moon. Honestly, I was looking for a basic smiley face. By the time I realized it was more realistic than that, it seemed easy, though, admittedly, I looked up the information to find it was a left-facing, 3/4 view over the entire face of the lunar surface.
For this reason, I am disheartened by the man in the moon. He is tremendously less impressive than a giant orb of cooled molten rock and iron, formed from the spinning detritus of a colossal impact between the newborn Earth and a Mars-sized proto-planet dubbed "Thea" sharing our orbit.
Which is why, from now on, I'm saying the man in the moon is John Stamos.
This image is getting inserted into every film, TV show, or graphic novel I work on, forever. |
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