I just came across Hercules. Yes I did. I swear I did. If you think he was a massive piece of bulging muscles and long locks, then you supposedly got it wrong. Thanks to my courses, I am capable of finding semantic relationships with ease.Rather my whole life seems like a semantic parallel universe. Does that make sense? well, I am talking about the tailor with whom I had the pleasurable few moments to converse. I was trying to tell him a simple costume design and all he could make out of it was the countour of a female body. Now I know why they call it a "Man's Brain". In the end it doesn't even matter. Sorry, that was a linkin park. Not me. Tomorrow am sure he will be here with his own set of costumes based on his perceptions of my explanatory trials. Let that be. Do tailors get nightmares? I mean they sure spend their lives amongst scissors and needles. Kind of pokey. stitching their dreams. snipping ill thoughts. Poking ill wishers. "Any man can sweep any girl of the floor, provided he uses the right broom" - says Hitch. Just said it. Not that I used one. But sounds tempting and worth attempting. Let me just go buy some brooms. How much do they cost? any clue?