I’m most likely to listen to music in the car. We drove 6 hours today so I listened to a lot of miscellaneous music.
The device we have lists the title of the piece as it plays. But it only has a few characters to work with. Which can lead to some odd truncations, such as the one that cameup today:
“Christ Is Mad”
Well, yes, I suppose that given everything that’s going on in the world I suppose he is. But the actual title of the song (a hymn in this case) was
“Christ Is Mad[e the Sure Foundation]”
Anyway, it put me in mind of a few others:
A book with the title on the spine
“When in Doubt, Sin”
because the library had affixed the call number over the last letter of the actual title
“When in Doubt, Sin[g]”
The emails that arrive from the
“National Council of Tea”
when I seldom drink any hot beverages at all, but is really a shortened version (because the column is too narrow to contain it all) of
The DirecTV program guide often informs me that “Teen Tit” is available for my viewing pleasure – on a non-porn channel! However, the program is actually Teen Titans.
At a local shopping centre, the entrance to a supermarket has a sign exactly like this
The placement of the sign is such that, on the way down the stairs - all the way down - from the roof car park, the last letter of the sign is obscured by a jutting section of wall
One time a decade or so at work someone had a meeting in a common conference room and wrote up a plan on one of the whiteboards. One of the steps was “perform analysis” but they had left off the last 4 letters (and didn’t even put a period there.) That whiteboard was so little used that the note stayed up there for over a year forcing me to stiffle the giggles every time I had a meeting in that room.
Years ago, as a Systems Analyst, I had a complimentary subscription to a computer magazine. In the name “Tim Bonham, Sys. Anal.”. Good for a laugh the first couple times an issue arrived.
But then they must have sold their mailing list to lots of other companies. Who didn’t do too well parsing that address line. I began to receive letters like this: “You and all the Anal family could enjoy a new car…” or “Think you and Mrs. Anal on a cruise ship…”.