So confused, in fact, that it overwhelmed the vague* confusion that I felt when I read that Scarjo is popping out yet another music album and this time it's with a man who apparently has diva hair (*vague because this feeling of confusion {inspired by the fact that Scarjo's first attempt into music totally bombed and yet she's sprung back up again in what seems like seconds} has been diluted with floodings of oh-whatever-ness) but then I'm suddenly remembering her song on the soundtrack of He's Just Not That Into You which I absolutely loved so I guess she does deserve a second chance at being clusterbombed by evil online critics whose taste in music will always be far superior to mine clearly.
So back to the polka dots. Remember that episode in CSI-Miami where people were being vaporised by this phantom military vaporiser-gun that shoots like a million bullets at one shot and totally wallops you dead and leaves your body with a polka dot pattern (of holes, in this case) and the CSI people were like, OMG wth happened here?
Well ever since that amazing episode, I always think back to that vaporiser gun whenever I see polka dots. I now subconsciously imagine all polka-dotted people as victims of vapouriser guns. Which is perfect for my mental process, because I can't stand polka dots and it comforts me to imagine that people in polka dots were in fact ATTACKED by dots, instead of having worn them voluntarily in public where people have eyes and can see them and be visually disoriented by the confusing pattern of the crazy dots and have mental spasms from trying to determine if those are white dots on a blue background or a large blue design with holes over a white background and consequently question their own sanity after spending so much brain energy on fabric design and still not know the answer.
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