Amanda, over at Piece~A~Cake recently wondered what she would look like Simpsonized. I like the concept so I gave it a try myself. What do you think?

I never tried harder to look good. My hair was a challenge. First I made it too long, then too short, then finally this lovely do which is pretty close to real life. The eyes were a challenge. I needed to catch that wide-eyed wonder with which I view the world. Snort! Hey, don't laugh. I'm a Poet Laureate. Poets have to be that way. Full of wonder and love and all that spiritual stuff. Besides, I'm Irish, and we always look like that. Usually, it's because of the drink, but I just look that way because I'm a poet.

My lips. Do you think they're sensual enough. I wanted them to be sensual. And the teeth--I wanted them to be in good repair. Dang it, I pay a lot of money in real life to keep them beautiful, so I wanted my Simpson-self to have beautiful teeth. I chose a simple necklace which I am wont to wear, what with being the classy self that I am. And my discreet black blouse is a class act, too, is it not?

So there you have it, the Simpsonized me. A couple people told me it is prettier than my real self. There's a double memorial service for those jokers on Tuesday.