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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.
