What you are looking at is something that happens when Kaje leaves me alone for to many days in a row. Principally, I get bored. Now any Holthouse child can tell you there is little more capable of satisfying ones palette than a good pepperoni Chef Boyardee Pizza. However, sometimes that hunger stopping power isn't enough to assuage all my baser needs. I need entertainment. The Pizza face was not the first thing I molded with the dough, simply the one I found most pleased my particular humor. I had made a cat, cow, truck, football, soda can, and running shoe. None had the ring of rightness to me. The face seemed perfect, what with my overbearing acne problem in earlier years, the term pizza face simply worked. Thus for a brief time my ego allowed me to think of myself as an artist. Then I got hungry and ate my work, and it was good.