I was wearing shades yesterday because of the shiny thing in the sky. My shades are prescription, thus enabling me to see clearly, instead of walking into things, and accosting strangers as my Uncle Fred.
Because of the difference in light coming through the glasses and over them, objects right on the edge sometimes look a little odd. My brain whirls off into pattern matching mode before these get processed correctly, and tells me I'm seeing things that are not there.
So yesterday, I saw a unicorn on the DART, the Millenium Falcon flying low over Dublin Bay, a man talking into a large sea shell, and a Renaissance-style hot air balloon, clearly identifiable as belonging to one Ambassador-Captain Donn Tabros. None of them were there any longer when I turned around, which was rather a pity, on consideration.
Because of the difference in light coming through the glasses and over them, objects right on the edge sometimes look a little odd. My brain whirls off into pattern matching mode before these get processed correctly, and tells me I'm seeing things that are not there.
So yesterday, I saw a unicorn on the DART, the Millenium Falcon flying low over Dublin Bay, a man talking into a large sea shell, and a Renaissance-style hot air balloon, clearly identifiable as belonging to one Ambassador-Captain Donn Tabros. None of them were there any longer when I turned around, which was rather a pity, on consideration.
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Theres a book a read a while back, in which unicorns were gathered together, to be sent to different realms so their belief in magic wouldn't die. But the atypical evil wizard captured them in a book. When they finally escaped, they were so far "behind schedule" that they could only afford a brief run though each realm...including this one...
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My only excuse is exhaustion, but this weekend I got all excited over a church because I could have sworn it was called Saint Cemetary Church.
The world is ever so much more interesting through my misinterpreting eyes...
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Hey, it's not unheard-of. There've been a couple of kids' books on the subject.