The Face Transformer is such a fabulous waste of time for a narcissist like myself. We begin with a simple webcam shot: face forward, mouth closed, expression neutral.
The "painting" transformations were kind of cool, although they're not really recognizable as me. I do quite like the second one, though.
Now things get interesting. Asian Liz looks familiar...I think I went to school with her.
There are so many things I love about Super Shady Masculine Liz, I can't pick just one. Is it the enormous ears, the caveman forehead, the unwashed hair, or the pathetic attempt at a 5 o'clock shadow? 
Now you'd think the monkey photo would be the most disturbing, right? Staring into the evolutionary abyss and all that. [Mostly it just reminds me of The Simpsons "Planet of the Apes" takeoff. "Oh my gosh, I was wrong! This was earth all along! Well you've finally made a monkey out of meeeeee!" Ahem.] This picture is downright cuddly compared to the horror of the next photo...
THIS is the face that will haunt my dreams tonight. I look so sad. If I didn't hate old people, I'd want to give myself a hug. 
After seeing my tragic future, I tried to oldify a smiley photo of myself. The results were even worse. They even gave me rotting teeth!
I feel like Ebeneezer Scrooge. I have been visited by the Ghost of the Ugly Future, and I am sore afraid.
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Hmm, I see. So, is this what I should be expecting?
I do like the second painting quite a bit too.
(...............................................................................................................................................aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh)
Hmmmm, I must be the bigger narcissist because I can't bring myself to look at my face that way.
Forever young! [massages face upward, reapplies SPF lotion. . .]
p.s. Pretty soon I will be licensed to do all manner of injections. Botox, anyone?
What a great post. I love it. And in case you're wondering who in the world is writing this comment, think Lincoln (though we didn't know each other there) and Scripps (though we really only saw each other at Institute). There's a link to my blog on Monique's.
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