The Alyndabear Household Genetics Debate.

Before we start with this one, here’s a nifty pre-warning for you.

The post you are about to read requires the use of your
non-lasered and/or currently-haemorrhaging eyeballs to make some comparisons between
photographs. Thankfully these were taken prior to the arrival of the burst blood
vessel of doom, however you will still be subjected to several extreme close-up
shots of yours truly. To conceal as many blotches as possible ensure
that the pictures are as similar as possible, they have been converted to black
and white and are roughly the same size. What am I on about? You’ll see, soon enough.

For as far back as I can remember, there has been a long-running topic of
conversation in this household about genetics. To put it frankly, a long time ago I came to the conclusion
that I don’t actually resemble my mother, father OR brother in any way and am
therefore the outsider of the family. It’s true. I don’t look like any of them. My brother
looks like both of the parental units, squished in together. My parents don’t resemble each
other in the slightest either, which is actually a positive because otherwise? Things could get
very weird around here. There’s just little ol’ me, all round cheeked and puffy eyed.

We recently had some family portraits taken and after
viewing the individual portrait shots, I realised just how often I am always right how much I really don’t look
like my relatives. Mum found it pretty amusing too, so we have decided to put it
to the test. And we’re using our blog friends, both hers and mine, to be the
guinea pigs and give us some feedback and to offer your thoughts on it all.

 

Your mission should you choose to accept it which you have already
accepted by default, why thankyou, is to be assaulted with photographs and to make your subsequent
judgements upon them. (If you say mean things, I may hurt you. Or cry. Or both.) Unfortunately, I can’t pay you for your troubles (am poor, laser
surgery) or even offer you baked goods for your troubles (on diet, cookies
bad). But I can um, promise to, um, blog about any topics you are game enough to
throw at me, and um, answer them as truthfully as possible. Or just give you a
simple thankyou via email. Whatever floats your boat.

 

Alright. You’ve seen the pictures. You’ve closely examined each and every
distinguishing feature of our faces, down to the very last pore. (Or, you know,
you’ve just glanced at them really quickly before moving right along, which is fine too, cough, slacker, cough.) You’ve
come to your own conclusions about the similarities and differences of our
facial characteristics. (Oh, these big words are hurting my brain.)

Now it’s up to you to help us solve ‘The Alyndabear Household
Genetics Debate’: Who do I mostly resemble?  Am I actually an alien who has
simply taken on human form? Do I need to quit convincing myself that my eyebrows are much too
pale to bother ever plucking or waxing them? And which bits and pieces of each person
do you see in my own face, if any of them? The answers lie with you, friends.

 

So now that I’m busy imagining myself as the Frankenstein monster (I think
it was all that talk abot body parts) I am going to put myself on mute and let
you get on with your commenting. To borrow a quote from Tolkien; This task was appointed to you, Frodo of the Shire Readers of the
Blogosphere. If you do not find a way the answer to these questions, no
one will.