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Thursday, 1 April 2010 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtO, billboard poets of Cape Town, how much do I love thee? I arrived at work in a fit of giggles this morning, having passed in quick succession the following three billboards:
1. BAFANA GOES DOWN!
2. PETROL GOES UP!
3. N1 AND N2 TO BE ONE-WAY FOR WORLD CUP.
This last was a beautiful delayed reaction. I'm even more muzzy than usual this morning, having woken up with a lurking sinus headache after a dodgily enjoyable dream involving, for some reason, me plus Vin Diesel and an unspecified but attractive Arab gentleman on the floor of the library, and I actually looked vaguely at the headline for a few seconds thinking "but they're not even parallel highways!" before I realised the date. Hee resulted.
I'm amused by how far this kind of joke heading makes use of the usual cognitive delay in attempting to parse the compressed meanings of a typical headline: you're so used to trying to make sense of the damned things, the absolute lack of sense in this particular context sneaks up on you.
While we're on the subject of the date: Unicorn School: The Sparkling is actually something I'd totally read, if only to watch Charlie Stross ruthlessly dissect it.
Four-day weekend coming up. I'm stoked.
1. BAFANA GOES DOWN!
2. PETROL GOES UP!
3. N1 AND N2 TO BE ONE-WAY FOR WORLD CUP.
This last was a beautiful delayed reaction. I'm even more muzzy than usual this morning, having woken up with a lurking sinus headache after a dodgily enjoyable dream involving, for some reason, me plus Vin Diesel and an unspecified but attractive Arab gentleman on the floor of the library, and I actually looked vaguely at the headline for a few seconds thinking "but they're not even parallel highways!" before I realised the date. Hee resulted.
I'm amused by how far this kind of joke heading makes use of the usual cognitive delay in attempting to parse the compressed meanings of a typical headline: you're so used to trying to make sense of the damned things, the absolute lack of sense in this particular context sneaks up on you.
While we're on the subject of the date: Unicorn School: The Sparkling is actually something I'd totally read, if only to watch Charlie Stross ruthlessly dissect it.
Four-day weekend coming up. I'm stoked.
