I don’t know if it’s just me, or if this happens to everyone, and I just happen to find myself slightly more interesting than other people do, but I was moving some stuff around in the kitchen today, and noticed that the bottle of TUMS would look like SMUT if it was mirror imaged, and tried to take a picture of it, but it didn’t work out (too fuzzy, and hey, that’d be a “Z” wouldn’t it?), but then I noticed the can of coffee right behind the Smutty Tums, and flipped it over:
and started looking at it. But, like, really looking at it. In that Close Encounters of the Third Kind “This Means Something” kinda way.
First I thought “Splempe”, and ran that around in my head a bit. Nothing. My techie-sense was tingling though, and I took a photo of the coffee can and later cropped it to this:
Does it mean anything? Nope.
Does dyslexia have it’s self-discovery upside? Not as such.
Am I getting a little stir-crazy, and likely to start my next post with “So I was interviewing my cat about the new baby in the house and…”
Perhaps.
Posted on October 10th 2005 in People
Via No Garlic Please.com
A sofa is discovered in the back streets of Deptford. Sad looking, with its broken leg and ripped leather, its fate was to be left out on the streets, damp and rejected. Thinking this was not a good way for it to go, Raw Nerve took it back to the studio. It sparked the group’s imagination as we considered all the things it may have experienced in its lifetime.
Posted on October 10th 2005 in Places
