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Face

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A bit of silliness. You didn’t come here to be educated, after all. Some cultures value a blank expression, as it keeps your secret feelings intact (the Japanese side, me). On the other hand, there is my all-too expressive English side, where there is no subterfuge. Mum goes through hundreds of facial expressions in a minute – it is close to aerobic exercise.

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I am a Sansei, with two teens, and a hamster. This blog is a repository for ideas and observations, expressed in cartoon form, by and large. A bit of a journal too. Feel free to follow me on INSTAGRAM @ WILTOONS, (the Twitter for people who like to go out) where I post a journal comic. Thanks for dropping by! The pic is of me and my boy Peter Noone of Herman's Hermits. (not really a fan but he wanted his pic with me) © Wilton Sugiyama and Wiltoons, 2009 to 2020. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Wilton Sugiyama and Wiltoons with appropriate and specific direction to the original content. So there.

2 thoughts on “Face

  1. I, too, suffer from RIFE (Random Inappropriate Facial Expressions). Whenever I have to talk to people, each part of my face decides to just do its own thing, totally independent of the other parts of my face. It’s very disconcerting, especially when the cramping kicks in.

    Anyway, great comic, as usual! It gave me a much-needed laugh.

    1. Dang! I am like you and like to try to respond to all comments. Some fall through the cracks – can’t be helped! RIFE! Very funny, imagining your face working independently (does it file its own income tax too?). I try to keep my face in a pleasant neutral mode, not smiling (what is HE up to), but not too forbidding. As a child, I suppose I had a mournful face because adults would always be nice to me, in that pitying, condescending way. Or: what do you have to be sad about? You’re a kid! (There’s no better time to be sad IMO!)

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