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Birdy – Skinny Love

This girl is 15. My life is a joke.

Yesterday I was walking into the MUN library at the beginning of a 2-hour tutoring shift. Sometimes there are no people who need tutoring, so sitting there for two hours can feel like a long time. I spotted a rack of newsletters in the entranceway to the library and thought to myself Hey. I should pick up one of those so that I can do a crossword puzzle during my shift. Shortly afterward I remembered that I made the crossword puzzles for that newsletter.

I didn’t realize, when I started making crossword puzzles for several different places, that it would severely inhibit my own opportunities to do crossword puzzles. I guess I’ll have to start buying The Telegram.

Weird little things always happen in my life that always seem like metaphors for exactly how my life is going at that particular time. For instance, I was just about to make myself a super yummy meal of bacon and eggs. I had the last egg I had laid on the counter with a fork keeping it from rolling off the edge. As I was preparing other things my phone rang and scared the shit out of me and causing me to jump, and of course knocking the fork and causing my egg to roll to the floor and smash.

So now I’m left to clean up this mess and I have no way of getting what I want.

I’m so tired of cleaning up messes.

I just want some bacon and eggs.

The other day I was talking to my friend Lauren about how we both tended to mishear people often. I got to wondering about something sort of tangentially related. What is it called when someone says something, is misheard, and then changes what they say when asked to repeat themselves? Does it even have a name?

A really good example of this happens in a scene from the novel Lolita (well, the movie adaptation). Humbert, a pedophile, is traveling around the United States with a young girl, staying in seedy motels. After putting the girl to bed one night, he steps outside and another man, Q (who has secretly been following them) speaks to him:

Q: Where the devil did you get her?

H: I beg your pardon?

Q: I said the weather’s getting better.

H: Seems so.

Q: Who’s the lassie?

H: Um, it’s my daughter.

Q: You lie. She’s not.

H: What?

Q: I said July was hot.

(You can currently watch this scene on YouTube at about 10:40 into this video)

I’m really curious as to whether there is a name given to this. A lot of obscure things have had names coined for them over the years (like spoonerisms or Tom Swifties, which I love), but it strikes me that this particular thing doesn’t have a name.

If anyone knows what it is called or is able to find it named somewhere, I’d love to know.

This is, I guess, officially the first user post on Favalon. Here’s to many more!

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