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Strange World
Mar. 5th, 2012 03:43 pmI'm beginning to think that Hatoful Boyfriend's power extends to Ring-like effects on the people who dare to watch it, because ever since witnessing the true madness of the full game I'm sure I've been transported into a new dimension where life works ever so slightly more strangely.
This weekend, the collection of Agatha Christie mystery dramas that Whitney watches somehow led Netflix through the leap of logic necessary to suggest the old Sonic cartoon as one of her top ten list. We put an episode of it on anyway, and... well, er, this happened. If fanfiction.net had existed at the time, it would have probably have blown up instantly. I have absolutely no memory of this episode from when I used to watch this, but taking that along with the rest of what seems to happen in it, now I fully understand why my mum didn't like me watching that blue... prick and his cross-dressing cake fetishism.
We were out at a well-known local furniture store called Jordan's yesterday, but I'd been there before and I'm pretty sure that it was always like this even before I unknowingly everted down a level - most stores are laid out in some organized fashion to direct you to the general area you're looking for, but this one goes against the trend by being apparently modelled after the Labyrinth of Crete. Walking through its collection of small rooms each with a different decoration style and furniture set, it's as if a set of portals have opened up across space and time and rendered you trapped in an endless sequence of other people's living rooms until you're eventually rescued by Doctor Who. It's got an IMAX cinema at the back - you have to wander through the entire dining-and-kitchen space-time continuum to get to it, and when you're let out on the other side you're instantly among a sea of sofas again.
When we got back from that, we discovered that our fridge had mutated. When we were putting the shopping away, there was a scream from Whitney and I thought she'd seen a mouse or something - but she was pointing down to an empty shelf at the very lowest point of the door. The new shelf is a lot thinner than the others and only holds small bottles of condiments, so you can't see it from eye level as the third shelf overlaps it by a mile - but it's still rather difficult to believe that we wouldn't have noticed an entire shelf on something we've opened and closed daily for nearly two years.
And I had a dream last night about being kidnapped by Noel Edmonds. He stole people away in the night using a fire engine that played classical music and we had to act like we were guests at his mansion - when we were caught during an escape attempt, I used the excuse that we were thinking of leaving earlier than we said we would because we needed to drive back before it got dark.
This weekend, the collection of Agatha Christie mystery dramas that Whitney watches somehow led Netflix through the leap of logic necessary to suggest the old Sonic cartoon as one of her top ten list. We put an episode of it on anyway, and... well, er, this happened. If fanfiction.net had existed at the time, it would have probably have blown up instantly. I have absolutely no memory of this episode from when I used to watch this, but taking that along with the rest of what seems to happen in it, now I fully understand why my mum didn't like me watching that blue... prick and his cross-dressing cake fetishism.
We were out at a well-known local furniture store called Jordan's yesterday, but I'd been there before and I'm pretty sure that it was always like this even before I unknowingly everted down a level - most stores are laid out in some organized fashion to direct you to the general area you're looking for, but this one goes against the trend by being apparently modelled after the Labyrinth of Crete. Walking through its collection of small rooms each with a different decoration style and furniture set, it's as if a set of portals have opened up across space and time and rendered you trapped in an endless sequence of other people's living rooms until you're eventually rescued by Doctor Who. It's got an IMAX cinema at the back - you have to wander through the entire dining-and-kitchen space-time continuum to get to it, and when you're let out on the other side you're instantly among a sea of sofas again.
When we got back from that, we discovered that our fridge had mutated. When we were putting the shopping away, there was a scream from Whitney and I thought she'd seen a mouse or something - but she was pointing down to an empty shelf at the very lowest point of the door. The new shelf is a lot thinner than the others and only holds small bottles of condiments, so you can't see it from eye level as the third shelf overlaps it by a mile - but it's still rather difficult to believe that we wouldn't have noticed an entire shelf on something we've opened and closed daily for nearly two years.
And I had a dream last night about being kidnapped by Noel Edmonds. He stole people away in the night using a fire engine that played classical music and we had to act like we were guests at his mansion - when we were caught during an escape attempt, I used the excuse that we were thinking of leaving earlier than we said we would because we needed to drive back before it got dark.
