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the_gneechMy concentration and memory have taken a noticeable decline lately (as in, the past few years generally, and the past few months especially). I have been assuming that's it's mostly a result of lack of sleep combined with stress, but whatever it is, it's annoying.
Anyway, sometime in the past week, somebody posted response to a comment I made in somebody's LJ, in which they said something to the effect of, "Your handle seems familiar, but I can't place it. Who are you?"
Chances are, since many of the people I follow in LJ are furries, this person saw SJ and caught my name there, although I have in the past been semi-noteworthy in other circles as well (primary in the RPG writing world). I meant to post as much in response to the person ... but now I can't remember whose LJ their comment was in! I went back on my friends list and looked for all the posts I remembered commenting on, but never found it.
It's kind of amusing ... I've forgotten where the person is who forgot who I was. :) But at the same time, I am a bit disturbed by the big ol' swiss cheese that my consciousness has been turning into. My mind is one of the few parts of me that I have much faith in, and it's a scary thing to have it coming up lemons and oranges so much.
I have a particular fear of ending up with my dad's habit of not being able to finish his sentences because his mind chokes on a relatively simple word.
"Okay, put the bacon into the ... um ... the thing."
"The thing?"
"You know, the ... THING!"
"What thing?"
"The thing the bacon goes into!"
"The refrigerator?"
"No! The ... *frustration* the THING! You know!"
"Ummm ... tupperware?"
"NO! The ... damn it ... the THING!"
"The frying pan?"
"FRYING PAN! Yes! Put it into the frying pan."
I've had many, many such conversations with my dad over the years, and I don't relish the idea of other people having similar conversations with me.
-The Gneech
Anyway, sometime in the past week, somebody posted response to a comment I made in somebody's LJ, in which they said something to the effect of, "Your handle seems familiar, but I can't place it. Who are you?"
Chances are, since many of the people I follow in LJ are furries, this person saw SJ and caught my name there, although I have in the past been semi-noteworthy in other circles as well (primary in the RPG writing world). I meant to post as much in response to the person ... but now I can't remember whose LJ their comment was in! I went back on my friends list and looked for all the posts I remembered commenting on, but never found it.
It's kind of amusing ... I've forgotten where the person is who forgot who I was. :) But at the same time, I am a bit disturbed by the big ol' swiss cheese that my consciousness has been turning into. My mind is one of the few parts of me that I have much faith in, and it's a scary thing to have it coming up lemons and oranges so much.
I have a particular fear of ending up with my dad's habit of not being able to finish his sentences because his mind chokes on a relatively simple word.
"Okay, put the bacon into the ... um ... the thing."
"The thing?"
"You know, the ... THING!"
"What thing?"
"The thing the bacon goes into!"
"The refrigerator?"
"No! The ... *frustration* the THING! You know!"
"Ummm ... tupperware?"
"NO! The ... damn it ... the THING!"
"The frying pan?"
"FRYING PAN! Yes! Put it into the frying pan."
I've had many, many such conversations with my dad over the years, and I don't relish the idea of other people having similar conversations with me.
-The Gneech
