on affirmations thru advertising, and annoying trivia brains

[firecat]

(inspired by a comment I made in janetmiles's journal)

I have a collage on my wall that's made out of advertising slogans. I made it in 1978. Although I didn't intend this when I made it, it works as a set of affirmations - some of them are even size positive.







The annoying trivia brain part: There are no brand names in the collage, but I know what ads some of the slogans are from because I associate the typeface with the brand name. It really pisses me off that my brain stores this information in preference to, e.g., the Japanese particles it refuses to remember.

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[caprine.livejournal.com]

My memory uses rhythm and meter. This is handy as a singer. However, it also means that the entire huge hardcover book of dirty limericks I found in my dad's den as a child is all still stored in here when I could use the hard drive space for something much more useful, I am sure.

It even had Star Trek limericks in it.

The penis of Scotty the Scot
Fell off from Saturnian rot,
So he went in the basement
And made a replacement
Of tungsten, magnesium, and snot.