One of my dreams last night involved a portrait of Lenny Bruce made out of cornflakes. This is odd, because I very rarely think of Lenny Bruce, and almost as rarely of cornflakes. I wonder sometimes how the subconscious constructs these things. Does it just dip into a pool of nouns and come up with something random? Could it have just as easily been a bust of Zero Mostel made from rice krispies? Should I be sitting here trying to figure out exactly what Lenny Bruce means, and what the cornflakes mean, and what it has to do with sex? Like I have time for that. Well, I do have the time, but not the inclination. Figure it out for me if you’d like.
Paging Dr. Freud
by bill | Oct 18, 2006 | Whatever Else | 1 comment
I know the answer, but I’m not prepared to do all the work for you. I will, however, give this clue:
Isn’t it interesting that “Corn Frakes” sounds a lot like “Jonathan Frakes,” who played Commander William Riker on “Star Trek: The Next Generation”….?
Hmmmmm?
-Cecil