More Fun with morphing..

Have been having a lot of fun with the morphing software.

First I used Fantamorph, then I downloaded a free trial version of Morpheus! This thing is even better..

So here is a video of me morphing into the wife..



Why the hell would a guy do a morph video with his wife ? I have no explanation for that one !

Then I found this mixer thingy.. takes two photos and mixes the features..

So Here is Sundeetha or Sandar (whichever way you want to look at it)..



Attention Jr. and baby..(assuming this blog stays around that long)..

YOU MIGHT LOOK LIKE THIS 30 YEARS FROM NOW !!!

Dont tell me I didnt warn you, my darling daughters..

My many faces..

Most of you have seen this post on my changing face..

Well, I found this free software by Abrasoft called Fantamorph.. gave it a try and it works very well.

here is the result ..

Not bad eh ?

Well, I morphed my face with my wifes and have another one of Jr. But they need more work.. will post them next week.. happy weekend!

Worries..

I worry about a lot of things on any given day..What is worse, we have unnecessary things to worry about..

like this email I receive from someone I dont know.




I am hoping this is spam..

Having been tossing and turning about what to do ?

1. email the person and ask who he/she is ?
a. this person could be a nice person who just doesnt know how to comment on my blog, and instead resorts to sending an email like this.. but then why no signature ? no subject ?
b. this is some private stalker who happens to be smart enough to find my gmail address, but wants to stay anon..

2. shut down blog for fear of someone digging info on us..
a. I could be paranoid and be doing this as a knee jerk reaction
b. Then again, maybe I should be careful..

So, I am emailing the person back tonight.. enough with the sleepless nonsense.

And this is a request to all ye commenters out there.. please at least give me your name if you want to post a comment and dont have a blogger account!

Thank you !!

Which comes first ?

Here is a twist on the "Which comes first, the chicken or the egg ?" conundrum ..

Which comes first ? The parent or the child ?

Why should I even bring this up ? Well, my four year old daughter has suddenly grown up after her birthday, now that she is a "big girl" by her own (and her mommy's) declaration. Part of being a "big girl" is to talk to daddy with the same all knowing attitude as mommy, grandma's, great grandma's and aunty's..(note no male relatives are mentioned above).. I guess the big boy vs. big girl debate will have to be postponed to another day! This post is not about the whole boy vs. girl thing.

It is about how I am supposed to listen to her! Every 5 minutes or so, she talks to herself or her toys and then looks at me and goes, "daddy, you are not listening to me!". It is getting on my nerves.

To top things off, I called my mom in India this morning. My average phone conversation to anyone in India is like watching the compressed version of friends that is now circulating on youtube.. it is an emotional rollercoaster ride (except it goes on for nearly 20-30 minutes). I tried to make a point and asked my mom to stop interrupting me and "listen" for once ! My logic was that based on an extrapolation of Jr. becoming a "big girl", I have also become a "big boy" and have earned the right to ask my parents to listen to me ..

I couldnt have been farther from the truth. All I got on the other end was a
"let me talk. you shut up and listen" which was continued by the "Great Grandma memorial lecture", on everyones place in the heirarchy, who knows what, etc. etc.

How come, I got left out of the growing up chain all of a sudden ? What is happening here ? Either my parents start listening to me or I stop listening to Jr.

I will let them fight this one out.

ps. Any tips on helping me grow into a "big boy" will be greatly appreciated.

pps. tips from the big girls will be valued more than the big boys unless the boys can prove that they are ISI approved and certified !

Lights Camera Action

After many unsuccessful attempts, finally caught Jr. as she was jumping from the couch on to the ice (just kidding, a blanket with ice and some penguins on it which she uses as her landing pad).