h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

My brain apparently has it's own screensaver.
It starts dealing out images from the past.
Most of them are associated.
On my job, I have to do a repetitive task that involves a certain amount of waiting. During these minutes, my brain coughs up whatever it pleases.
The other day I realized I could remember everything I've ever drawn.
I could also remember almost every coloring page I'd ever filled in.
For the rest of the day and week, I've been inundated with images.
It is a little irritating that I can't reproduce some of them.
On the other hand, it's probably a good thing that I didn't manage to save them all. I've got almost everything I've drawn in the last twenty years, packed away somewhere in this house. My output for the last ten years alone fills twenty-odd sketchbooks and a couple of banker's boxes.

Now if I could just remember where I put that "Last Kiss Good Night" video...

Traveller in Time challenging GetWriter s
"In the refridgerator? Common place to store something precious. . . if you mind wanders in the dusty memory gallery. "

I just checked. Nope.

How bout that folio of Boozey and Hawkes edition of Bartok's "44 variations for violin duo" that I lost?

Interesting - it's like having your own private cinema, maybe? Could you find a productive use for it? Would you want ti/

Oh, that was an easy set of memories, not as distracting as the sense memories I get, like smells from an autumn evening when I was fourteen or the texture of clothing I wore when I was seven.

In a sense, it all helps me write.

Some of the compiled memories of embarrassment and humiliation have helped me learn new behaviors or modify old ones.

"I could remember everything I've ever drawn.
I could also remember almost every coloring page I'd ever filled in"
Amazing your mind does that!

I have seen art work of mine I did not realize was mine at first.
Same with poems and I am often surprised by what I see in them later.

Even happens with ideas along the creative problem solving lines.
I have complimented my friend or laughed at something she said or did ,only to be reminded by her - the idea came from me!

*fun with memory loss*

Roy has a wonderfully forgetful memory - he says it's great that he can hear the same story or joke time and time again and it's like new to him. I never get cross when he forgets things I tell him now - I just smile - OK I tease him about it from time to time.

Traveller in Time trying to remember what he was doing
"I think it is a gift to be able to forget lots of things. There is nothing more beautifull then doing discoveries and feeling the joy of success combined with a deja vu over and over again.

Well, perhaps selective losing information is most wise. "

I don't think we ever truly 'forget' things, TiT, it's just that they go into deep storage, and we have problems accessing that storage! (So it's a RAM problem, not a ROM one)

I am with Roy on the movies and jokes!
You can enjoy them over and over just like the first time
Fortunately I remember the general feeling they gave me so I know if it is worth it. It would be bad if you watched the same bad movie over and over!

*more fun with memory loss*

"fun with memory loss"

I can also remember every book I've ever read and most of the photos and paintings I've seen.

I once watched a movie that had a chase scene that kept going past the same block of parked cars. Ruined the whole movie for me.
And it was a major hollywood picture. Nothing like having a masterful continuity person.

"Even happens with ideas along the creative problem solving lines.
I have complimented my friend or laughed at something she said or did ,only to be reminded by her - the idea came from me!"

Uvula is capable of completely rejecting an idea or plan, and then two days later believing it is a good idea that she just thought of...

I have tried to get her to consider something and been rebuffed. Six months later, one of her work friends tells her about the same thing and it's now the greatest thing since sliced bread.

"Six months later, one of her work friends tells her about the same thing and it's now the greatest thing since sliced bread. "

Oh yes my martial pet peeveis having this experience.
Interesting Why do I remember when hubby does this to me?!?

It's easiest and faster to help make him think it is his idea from the start if it is important to me

I have calculated over the 25+ years that is takes approximately 7 years for him to admit any change I have made( home renovations and such)is a good idea.

*generally patient person*

'I can also remember every book I've ever read and most of the photos and paintings I've seen.'

There must be a great use for this. I'm sure that you wouldn't have been given such talents if there wasn't a great use you could make of it, which would benefit the world in some way. Would you make a good proof-reader, or a continuity adviser? I'm sure you'd make a great librarian, although as you've said earlier, you would need qualifications for this.


'I have tried to get her to consider something and been rebuffed. Six months later, one of her work friends tells her about the same thing and it's now the greatest thing since sliced bread.'

My mum's like that. She wouldn't believe stuff I told her, but if someone else told her the same thing, she would believe them. Totally frustrating - possibly the only way of dealing with it would be a) to get someone else to tell her in the first instance, or b) ask questions so that she comes to the conclusion herself. It robs you of the satisfaction of being 'right', but it does mean that she will have ownership, rather than having been told (and therefore admitting that you are smart and she isn't).

"There must be a great use for this. "
It has been helpful online and on TooToo, but generally it is a pain.

several years ago I had to start keeping a notebook of books I'd read and movies I'd seen just so I could remember the titles and go back to them if there was a particularly strong image or passage.
More than once I have been incapable of refinding a book that I was fascinated with. At least twice, a comprehensive search convinced me that I was the only person on the planet who had ever seen the book and it must have been a "curiosity shop" experience that brought it to me and then snatched it away.

On the other hand, the other frustrating experienc is having the only copy of a book that no one else has ever seen... because it is one that you wrote...

"My mum's like that. She wouldn't believe stuff I told her, but if someone else told her the same thing, she would believe them. Totally frustrating - possibly the only way of dealing with it would be a) to get someone else to tell her in the first instance, or b) ask questions so that she comes to the conclusion herself. It robs you of the satisfaction of being 'right', but it does mean that she will have ownership, rather than having been told (and therefore admitting that you are smart and she isn't)."

Yeah, and it also makes you wonder why you bother. It's better to just compose a fake article and print it out and put it on their refrigerator. Then you can sneak in a little hoax now and then!

"having the only copy of a book that no one else has ever seen... because it is one that you wrote... " -TR

Oh My! TR! You do not have your own book?
Does the spousal unit have it?
OR Is it a mystery?

Um. No. I have it. That's the point. No one else has ever seen it. Or read it.

Uvula and some others were aware of the early drafts of "The Ballad of Tonsil Revenge", but I stopped showing the later drafts because common writer's advice is not to discuss a story in progress.
My second book, "The Puppet Girl", has been seen by no one. It is still in the first draft.

Happy Christmas, tonsil!




How are you doing?

It's an odd day. Trudy is happily romping in the cold and running around the backyard barking at squirrels.

I am emerging from that strange murkiness that is the haze of my job mind.
My hands are more useful today and I am coughing less than I was yesterday. I had a few beers yesterday to celebrate several things, among them the fact that I didn't have to go to work.

Uvula wandered by yesterday afternoon and offered to let me spend the night over there... But I recused myself for various reasons, paramount being that I don't like being asked to make changes in my routine at the last minute. Something that she should have been aware of by now.

Anyway, I have been having fun this morning listening to Spike Jones CDs and reading the new Kate Bush entry.
Shnooks had already opened most of her presents by yesterday morning when I went by there on my way to the bank. She had a visit to the MILs this afternoon to look forward to, with food, presents and lord knows what else. Uvula is going to work at noon.