A Monday Morning Experiment.
Remember that weird thing popular a few years ago? The degrees of separation thingimebob, where no matter what film was named somehow it would always lead to a Kevin Bacon connection?
Well yesterday I was astounded to find not only films, but random comments also lead directly to his fated self.
Coincidence? I think not.
On Sunday morning the excellent Primal Sneeze suggested GGs as a name for those t-shirt wearing toughies who seem to feel no cold. I nodded sagely when I read this and then immediately thought of horses, which make me immediately think of Hilary Swank, which in turn lead to The Black Dahlia (film) which brought me to The Black Dahlia (book) which made me think of dudes who took uppers, downers and bennies which make me think of going into the kitchen to take some panadol for my hangover which brought me quick smart to the idea that since I was going in there I might as well have coffee, bacon and eggs, which- quite shockingly- led me to Kevin Bacon (actor) and this post you are currently reading.
So as you see GG=Breakfast=Kevin Bacon.
So what I want y'all to do today is get someone to say any old word to you, any word at all and allow you mind unfettered access to whatever it throws up. See what you get.
Disclaimer. No acid was harmed during the writing of this post.
Further Disclaimer. If I am proven correct I will be Oprah waffling on about how I've discovered the 'Law of Bacon' and I will call my book 'The REAL Secret' I will then become a mega hella super rich Cat and start on my queenly plans. I will order ten foot bull whips and blunderbusses by the crate. You gum chewers and whale-tailers best be on your guard, and psychics? Time for you lot to move to an island somewhere.