The Order of the Can III

Thou didst, of course, misspell his name, but since the Spill Chick cannot sense thy misspelling, 'tis as if thou hadst writ his name as 'twas writ on the day of his christening.
 
That gets into a lot of metaphysical questions...having to do with your dictatorship, Derny's black hole, and GG's appetite.
 
Such is the stuff dreams are made of.

On an unrelated note, Dr. Cran tells me that the reason I never feel well-rested is that my dreams are more real than my waking experiences. That old crayon...
 
Next thing I know, you'll be a surrealist, and you'll start filling Dufferland with melting watches and upside-down elephants. Dr. Cran sounds like he's been reading too much of Carl Jung's Red Book. Ignore him.
 
Jung's Red Book reads--from what I understand--like something Freud would have loved to apply an Oedipus complex to. Jung wasn't completely bad, but the Red Book...is less than helpful.

Frankly, it sounds like Dr. Cran is reading Freud, too. You really should try directing him to something healthier and more positive. Like Othello.
 
Haven't read that, but I have read other Jung...and he strikes me as, perhaps not wholly "helpful," as you term it, but at least a bit less sordid than Freud. A bit.

One can't direct Dr. Cran. He doesn't take orders very well. Unless you make him think it was his own idea...hm...
 
As in:

Me: Dr. Cran, did you ever finish reading Othello?
Cran: Hmm....
Me: Because it confused me when I saw the play and I thought you'd do a really good job of explaining it.
Cran: Well....
Me: You should have been a literature major. You really get stuff like that.
Cran: I suppose--
Me: When will you be finished reading it?

This all is succeeded by Cran actually remembering that he has no interest in Othello and coloring insulting slogans all over the walls of my dorm room.
 
That was a bit on the direct side, don't you think? Clearly you don't benefit from a proper degree in your psychological endeavors, do you? (side-muttering...mutter..mutter...)

-Dr. Cran, Ph.D., J.D., Psy.D. M.D., E.T.C.
 
There's a silent (and invisible) "W" on the end, don't you know. Whenever people use "etc.," one can only wonder if they realize the silent and hidden implications. If one were to spell it...theoretico-phonetically, it would be etcw.
 
The Spill Chick officially objects to the non-word "theoretico-phonetically." He also insists that the invisible letter after "etc." is an f.
 
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