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03 October 2010

Happy Telegraphing Day!

Apparently today is Telegraphing Day. Nope, not the communications medium, but rather the act of transmitting a shape through a covering. Today I observed three separate cases of telegraphing:
  1. Woman walking through IKEA wearing nubby hand-crocheted socks that looked like lumberjack boots pulled up over skinny jeans. As she skidded along the polished concrete floor like a hapless drunk, the shape of her shoes under her boot-socks was telegraphing through the socks. (It may also be Inside Out Day.)
  2. Man with subcutaneous piercing telegraphed the shape of a Frankenstein bolt through his neck skin.
  3. Woman's tight white sweatpants was telegraphing the shape of her companion's hand as it slipped its way inside said pants, giving her bottom a solid groping.
Happy Telegraphing Day!

XO,
Ms.Chief