There is an underlying menace, or at least a powerful sense of the uncanny, to face swapping. How else does one describe their feeling after seeing the face of a (loving) grandparent swapped with that of the infant grandchild he or she is holding other than "creeping dread?" I mean, Jesus, look at that.Done with a higher purpose in mind, a person can make a statement, albeit a really lazy one, by face swapping, say, Barack Obama and his predecessor. In the name of art, why not put Nicolas Cage's face on everything? A face swap allows (forces?) a person to recontextualize. Humans don't like being challenged in this fashion. Neither do dogs.So we arrive at our altered versions of Michael Jordan and Scottie Pippen. Ever the perfect pair, ideal running mates who complimented each other on the court and never matched the success they achieved together during the years they spent apart. It makes sense to attempt this exercise with these two since they are so intertwined. What difference is there between this and watching them run a two-man weave on some backpedaling dumbass who is trying to save face?OK, except in this photo they look sad or alarmed, as if they are looking on at some unspeakable horror. They probably aren't getting blown out on the court, so what could they be looking at? Is something happening in the stands? Is it raining blood? Are other faces being swapped, so the men look like women, the women look like children, and the children look like shriveled old men? Is this an excerpt from a nightmare?We will never know. They look much older this way though, don't they?David Matthews still doesn't want to talk about the 1994 playoffs. Follow him on Twitter.