I'm already tired of typing.
From the mini-post yesterday about my scanner, it was questioned (due to my voice) where I was from. Other than my cheap little Jamaican accent in the beginning, I can't see why anyone would think I am not some guy who grew up white as white can be in white suburbia. Then again, this whole blog is about what people perceive, so who am I to think strangely about how other people think I sound?
So I saw a psychologist and he had professional reservations about being recorded while commenting on people's interpretations. He did seem genuinely interested, and might be able to hook me up with some books. If I can present things to him a little better, he might just let me record something. We'll see.
Got to make sure I acknowledge this submission from Dalek (Ligidium) for yesterday's blot. He's a helping hand. He's done interpretation submissions, music (that's him in How To Make Another Inkblot) and generally makes me feel like I am doing everything wrong (I say this with general respect.)
Quite a few people saw a split brain. So did he. Now is as good a time as any to take your meds, you split-brain-seeing people!
The other night, or hour, or whatever time unit it was, I tried incorporating two quasi-suggestions: Get a 'before folding the paper' photo and "writing a name before folding." The trick here is, gloves or no gloves, don't get ink on your camera (or in this case, camera-phone):
|TurkItUP for the suggestion|
|After the fold. "Dan" makes a nice blot, yeah?|
|Blot 'em, Danno.|
|Not staged to look good for the photo, I swear.|
|Err, I guess it does.|