My dear readers,
Now is as good a time as any for me to take a moment to talk about pareidolia, the apprehension of patterns from randomized source material. For example, when people see Pope John Paul II in a bonfire, Lenin in a shower curtain, Mary in a sandwich, or Jesus in a dog’s anus, they are falling victim to the brain’s powerful drive to seek out patterns within visual stimuli.
This leads me inexorably to the Lion King. It has been said that this still from Disney’s moronic adaptation of Hamlet* contains an image of the word “sex”.
I beg to differ. It’s pretty difficult to identify any letters in that still, let alone enough to make an entire giggle-inducing word. This is the best I could come up with:
But, to be totally honest, this is what I really see when I look at the picture:
That’s all for now.
* This isn’t to say that the Lion King is a bad movie. I think it’s pretty good. As an adaptation of Hamlet, however, it sucks shit.