Is that Dick Cheney Behind the Curtain?
I'm counting protein dots today...thousands of tiny dots from dozens of brains. After a few hundred, your mind starts playing tricks on you, creating pictures amongst the scattered spots resembling your mother that you have put off calling for weeks or your boss who you are hiding from today for fear you'll throw pens at him or your dog that has some sort of anxiety disorder causing him to lick his hind leg obsessively.
For some reason, this all made me want to share with you one of my favorite paintings by Botero. There is so much going on in this picture that I stared at it for hours the first time I saw it.