I Must Have the Wrong Number

Odd how the geometry of a room can feel suddenly yanked out from under you, like a proverbial carpet or a tablecloth at a fine dinner. What is the relation of these two women? Guess what, we have no idea either. It’s like “You know, I was just minding my own business, waiting for Bela Lugosi to come by, when suddenly it all changed and I was blond and on the phone — plus the house had changed.” We think David Lynch might enjoy this one; unfortunately that might also mean that not everyone will. Well, we have morphs and animations for all tastes. Sorry for the hiatus, but we’re BAAAACCKKK!