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The advantage* of having a visage that apparently makes mothers fear for the safety of their small children, brave men feint, and women run away in terror, is that spruikers for Fringe events generally ignore me unless they are really brave or truly desperate. So this Fringe I'm going to see every show where someone was brave enough to actually give me a card. Which, after tonight's expedition to the Garden, numbers exactly two (it was one). So War Notes and True Stories of Heroism and Adventure, your bravery shall be rewarded! As will the bravery of anyone who comes after you! * The disadvantage, of course, being that I really don't like scaring people regardless of whether or not they are spruiking a show. |
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Feinting
Those feinting men, are they carrying swords?
Re: Feinting
Since my brain went splodgy* I've been doing that quite a lot. Using the wrong homophone that is, not scaring people. That I used to do all the time. I suspect it's concerned with how my brain rerouted my linguistic ability around the neural lesions, since I didn't noticeably exhibit that behaviour before then, or at least, not to the degree that it affects me now.
It's obvious to me when I reread what I write, and thus correctable, since I now look for the problem, but when I write without thinking about it, I have about a 50% chance of coming out with the wrong homophone. And that time I didn't catch it. Sorry.
* Please excuse the highly technical term. It was kind of unpleasant, and mostly resulted in the damage that was expected to eventually occur with this disease. Although this aspect was a surprise. There might even have been a possibility of a minor stroke as the root cause. <shrug>
ETA: Did it again! Guess where!