OddThinking

I dressed warmly, filled my pockets with whatever supplies I had, and started walking

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My bizarre-o-meter was flashing red. By this stage, I was ready to jump out of the car and take my chances with the bears.

I studied cognitive computing at uni. The class was an interesting mix of computing students and cognitive psychology students. The different backgrounds lead to some interesting discussions.

I met two characters in a little fishing village in Tobermory, Canada. Mal was an old man with one glass eye. Mal’s best friend mate wore thick glasses.

When you are a kid, making art is the only job that you can do to pay your way. Colouring-in is the closest you have to real responsibility.

It was a tough bet to accept. At that age, a dollar was a lot of money for me. I was going to have to make some sacrifices, scrimping for the first five years until the debt was paid, but then I was going to be on Easy Street, collecting twenty cents a year, every year, for virtually no effort.

A two Swedish anecdotes, inspired by the Danish WeDoNotUse.com.

I owned a toy hovercraft as a boy.

Later, as a young teen, I made my own working toy hovercraft.

Is it any surprise that I had a desire to travel on a real-life hovercraft?

My psychic connection was almost spot on… and yet my psychic senses detect that some people are skeptical of my skills… they are thinking… wait, the message is coming through: WORST… PSYCHIC… EVER!

She whispered down the phone, “Quick! Julian, I am ringing from your father’s house. What is the name of the tip of a shoelace?”

The poor kid was trying to be a gentleman and look in the opposite direction to the mass of perfectly-formed young female bodies each trying to get hurriedly changed from one swim-suit to another.

I thought this he was missing a great opportunity.