my hole, laughing, when I read "they nearly split their holes, laughing"...

Whenever I read something like this by you I find myself snorting and giggling by the way you phrase things.

Another slice of Irish wit. Too funny you are, Mr. Griffin.

Before I ponder the great unponderable; why do Irish melons begin to resemble pumpkins late in life, I need to ask  more simple questions.....

Who chose the picture of Billy Mumy, and why?

When he tried to escape the work camp in Pappillon, and got shot in the head for his efforts, his bean wasn't proportionally larger based on his body type than it was when he was Lost in Space.

Hmm, my grandfather's certainly did.  Of course, I've seen the pictures and it was pretty big when he was young too, but in advanced age, he had great pendulous ears and a fine round bulb of a nose to go with it, quite completed the effect.

But my halfbreed dad's head doesn't appear to be abnormally large, nor does it appear to be growing.  It does seem to be getting a good bit more round as he ages, however. 

(Me, I got one a lot taller than it is fat.  I have a phrenologist's wet dream of a commanding brow, but coming a hair short of the steely square jaw that's supposed to go with it, it seems I'm doomed to just get by.)

If your photoshop experiment is real, you are remiss in not posting the pictures sir, or providing a link.

I found it amusing in either case.  I remember reading that all the dog breeds, when released into the wild revert to the usual smiling, piebald mutt within a couple generations of interbreeding.  Is there a quintessential human mutt?  To tell you the truth, I kind of hope so.

what little i know about my parents puts me as scottish, irish, german and dutch on my b-mom's side.  the details on b-dad's side are sketchy: possibly polish.  and i apparently have the N haplogroup as a paternal genetic marker, which crops up amongst mostly russians and the saami.  i think this certainly qualifies me as a mutt.  also might explain why i like colder weather...