Uncanny

I finally took the time last night to make good on my self-promise to look into something that--for years--has inspired me to utter the words "Huh. Generic South Park Animations that loosely resemble people. That's mildly amusing. I'll have to check it out sometime. When I'm real bored." And until now I've never felt compelled to type "Make Yourself as a South Park Character" into the google bar. And by type it in I mean Mike had it pulled up. I realize entire families are spending hours upon hours painstakingly recreating friends and loved ones, down to every detail, determined as a lemming to recapture precisely that certain presence... one might say the very living and breathing soul of an individual. It posits deep and eternal questions about the Id and the Ego, the Feng and the Shui, the Ying and the Yang, the point to which all previous historical, cultural, educational, political, sociological, imperical and philosophical endeavours have conspired to achieve.

But, y'know. In South Park Form.

Anyway, here's two speculative imaginings of me in ten years:






Or, alternately:





...It's like looking into the grave.