Friday, 24 April 2009

vision and misinterpretation

Today I imagined my knife and fork turning into front legs and paws of a cat trying to grab the last piece of cooked salmon that refused to stay still on my plate, and later I misread the newsheadline "Blast carnage at shrine in Iraq " as "Blast carnage in shrimp farm"

Thursday, 23 April 2009

Newspaper headline misreadings while on the train.

  • In today's edition of London Paper I misread the headline "Kind deeds bear fruit at Berwick Street Market" as "A kind of dead bear found at Beirut Street War" and I envision a corpse of a rotting bear with small silver barked apple trees bearing gold and/or red apples growing through gaping holes where the skin has collapsed or has been torn open. But however, I wish that I had misread "deed bears" as "dead bard" instead of "dead bear", because I was later to find out that it was Shakespeare's birth and death day today.

  • And a further minor headline in that newspaper "I've been to elen back, says Frank's Ex" transformed into "I've been talking about blank sex" and I didn't have any further visuals to accompany that but well good luck to Elen Rives if that's all she has to talk about.

Tuesday, 21 April 2009

Misreading of the day leading to synchronicities and daydream

  • I misread the BBC news headline "Mass Tamil exodus from rebel area " as "Mark Hamill exodus from Rebel area". Maybe I've been thinking about Star Wars too much recently. Shortly after that I decided to declare this information in Twitter, and discovered that my internet buddy Mr Stamper had made a comment about Empire Strikes Back half an hour before I wrote something in Twitter and someone in Australia who I used to refer to as Gelig, asked if Mark Hamill had gone to see Yoda, and yes indeed it may well have been true that Mark Hamill was quite possibly on his way to see Yoda.
  • Also today I misread the BBC news report about the the Gay marriage row at Miss USA show as being a row about Pre-teen marriage because the woman's surname was Prejean, and quite honestly I didn't have an inkling about what could be going on whatsover. I am deliberately picking up the wrong end of the stick about the actual issue here because what the row is about in this case isn't actually about what the Miss USA contestant said but what people want people to believe she said, and I'm not really that interested in what the lady actually said either because it didn't really wasn't that interesting until they took it out of proportion.
  • I think that there is the issue of children being offered up for marriage in countries in distant continents where they do everything by very different customs and it's an issue that would be worth looking at , but I wonder what a Miss USA contestant could be perceive as objecting to next as if it would make any difference. Maybe the next thing might be for a Miss USA contestant at the contest to raise a storm about the fact that I was looking at a pretty woman in the cafe the other day in a certain way and whatever was going on in my brain at the time shouldn't have been allowed and I really have to stop it otherwise there could be no end to whatever is going on in my brain and it could get out of hand.

Sunday, 12 April 2009

Words representing hope and joy from a waitress

When I went for my cappuccino today I heard the foreign waitress say in the cafe "would you like chocolate on toppucino"

Delusion of the moment

I was having a delusion that my DVD cases contain DVDs made from chocolate

Saturday, 11 April 2009

A confident thought

Today I was confident in my thinking that I might have my elbows firmly placed on someone's desk across the ocean, because of my need more elbow room

Tuesday, 7 April 2009

Twists and turns in online conversation

  • I had no pudding because the cat licked the cream off it while the pudding was defrosting in the kitchen. I decided to not type the words "while it was defrosting" in case someone thought that it was the cat that was defrosting and not the pudding.

  • Someone up in another part of the country thought that I could still eat the pudding because there was nothing wrong with a bit of "cat lick" and I decided that the next time it happened, I would send this person the remains of my pudding. This person thought that I had something against cats but the truth is I'm not a cat leftoverer, just as, I suppose, I'm not too keen on pudding after it's been licked by dogs.
  • A person some miles away across the city really had understood the fact that the last thing I wanted was a defrosted cat, which forced me to wonder about cryogenic suspension and when it would be possible to defrost a cryogenically frozen cat.
  • And someone across the ocean whom I refer to as Rissole mentioned that he was imagining a cat licking a person in cryogenic suspension and this brought me to imagine Rissole's thought about a cat licking a person in cryogenic suspension and it reminded of the Norse creational myth in which a cow licked some blocks of ice and frees the first human entombed within.
  • Meanwhile a lady who probably carried a zap gun of some sort in the virtual world mentioned that she was sorry that I didn't get any pudding but I did finally eat a bunch of grapes, a tangerine and a Penguin chocolate biscuit as well instead of the pudding that I was going to have.