Tuesday, 28 February 2012

War Horse

A friend said to me "Not too bad a movie film Dom but it's basically the same story as black beauty but set in the war" and having seen it, I agreed "yes , I imagined it would be, although I expected the horse to be pursued by three TIE Fighters when it ran along the trench"

I enjoyed this Black Beauty remix very much although some elements of it towards the end seemed to fall apart too easily

Thursday, 9 February 2012

Misreading of the day

Wmm misread the BBC news headline "New Homs shelling 'kills dozens'" as "A new home is found for a collection of a dozen shells" and went into a thought about a dozen normal typical small seashells bought from a shop by a child, twenty years later being given to a new owner who forgot about them five minutes later, and it might make the headlines somewhere where such a story seemed very important.

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Misreading of the day

Wmm misread the BBC news headline "Royals celebrate Dickens' legacy" as "Royals celebrate rubber duck"

Monday, 6 February 2012

Misreading of the day

Wmm misread the BBC news headline "Syria troops step up Homs bombing" as "spare ribs propped up in Homburgs"

Sunday, 5 February 2012

Hypnagogia from this morning

Hypnagogia from this morning

I'm penetrating a dark wall with my mind, as if I'm boring through it with my head that squashes and stretches to pull itself through as if I am being born. The hole going through the wall in the end appears only wide enough for a minute needle. In the world beyond, there are swirling yellow and green colours and it is like a small cave and a white chair appears where I suddenly sit on. I see a landscape in the distance, vehicles travelling in the falling snow with large fur trees in the background.

Along the road, a young woman angrily tells her young brother who is no more than a teenage boy "I've had enough of you!" and she pushes him over on the busy road, he is run over by multitudes of rushing cars, his body is ripped to shreds but he is nothing more than something constituted from a dozen pillows, and the contents of those pillows spewed across the ground, the stuffing sodden with the wet slushy snow of the roads. A tall giant of a man stands by the side of the road, dressed in old clothes almost like a tramp and holds his hands out in despair at the woman.

A very tall masculine woman appears with a dark collar length dark wig, slightly too much makeup on his face and a knee length skirt to be standing by the curb as well, but she turns out to be a man dressed in women's clothing, very unmistakably a man of about six feet and strong shoulders. His face in a deep blue shadow and he is smoking, he has attached to his belt more than one curved oblong ash tray made from hard leather or wood each filled with half a dozen burning cigarettes.

The curb turns into a ledge with no road beyond it, and then a barrier forms, a railing maybe, and then the environment turns into that of the inside of a train and a couple in their mid forties sitting at a table with the view from the window delivering surprises in the form of luscious green hills and one shaped like a pebble on its side , covered with trees and with an obvious curve beneath on its left side that made it even more like a giant rounded pebble. The couple in their mid forties, a man and a woman with short spiky cropped hair, hers was still dark and his was greying, they were dressed in green camouflaged army fatigues, the woman had a round face with small ears that stuck out and wide pale eyes, she almost had an appealing simian quality to her face and they chatted away. The man had a slight narrow looking face with chiseled features

We see the couple again in a shop, the woman has just bought a bag of peas and takes them to checkout till, she opens the bag up and where one would put the food usually, instead there is a chute , as as she pours the peas down the chute, they turn out to be Brussels sprouts. She says to the woman at the till "Well what did you expect?"

Saturday, 4 February 2012

Food related metamorphosis

Wmm also admits that while he was in central London eating his avocado and herbs wrap at the Pret-A-Manger, he kept imagining the pieces of avocado transforming into toy cars and airliners, and so in his minds eye, some of the chunks would start sprouting wings that would pierce through the side of the tortilla wrap.