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Straight out of your dystopian nightmare.
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happiness hat from Lauren McCarthy on Vimeo.
Straight out of your dystopian nightmare.

According to this website:
"In January 2006 in New York, the patient of a well-known psychiatrist draws the face of a man that has been repeatedly appearing in her dreams. In more than one occasion that man has given her advice on her private life. The woman swears she has never met the man in her life.Of course it's a marketing experiment created by an Italian artist, but it's an interesting and entertaining one.That portrait lies forgotten on the psychiatrist's desk for a few days until one day another patient recognizes that face and says that the man has often visited him in his dreams. He also claims he has never seen that man in his waking life.
The psychiatrist decides to send the portrait to some of his colleagues that have patients with recurrent dreams. Within a few months, four patients recognize the man as a frequent presence in their own dreams. All the patients refer to him as THIS MAN.
From January 2006 until today, at least 2000 people have claimed they have seen this man in their dreams, in many cities all over the world: Los Angeles, Berlin, Sao Paulo, Tehran, Beijing, Rome, Barcelona, Stockholm, Paris, New Dehli, Moskow etc.
At the moment there is no ascertained relation or common trait among the people that have dreamed of seeing this man. Moreover, no living man has ever been recognized as resembling the man of the portrait by the people who have seen this man in their dreams."


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Just you and I talking here. Nobody else.
I spend so much god-damned time filtering blog spam I've decided to disable comments entirely.
I know disabling comments is the last refuge of scoundrels, blog spammers, and other n'er do wells, but I just can't take the endless bombardment of viagra spam, pseudo-blog poetry and assorted other crap. I also know that there's a wide variety of technical solutions to this problem, all of which I'm too lazy to investigate after long days blogging about technology and tackling life's assorted other minutiae.
Those who like what I post can e-mail me. It's not particularly confusing to do so.
All the rest of the Internet spam omni-verse can sod off in a perpetual hell where the only intellectual and spiritual nutrient they receive is diet Pepsi, Fox News and church newsletters. Delivered intravenously.
As for those who've commented here over the year and felt annoyed that I ignored you, please take some refuge in the fact I was mired in blog-spam feces, and meant no ill will.