Bury our hearts in the attic

[sovay]

Me: I'll just print out these poems in preparation for tomorrow night's weird fiction reading.

Printer: *prints all pages mirror-reversed except for the one whose title is in Yiddish*

Me: . . . so we have sheydim in the printer?

My mother: Why not?

(I showed her what had happened by holding the pages up in a mirror. She believes I should do my reading tomorrow from the reversed pages, using a mirror. I am, I think not unreasonably, a little concerned about what I might get if I do.)

Comments

[ethelmay]

Well, that suggests a new reading of "A green thought in a green sheyd."

[sovay]

Well, that suggests a new reading of "A green thought in a green sheyd."

I like the idea of a demon that got bored and decided to become a dryad.