me at age 10: school is LITERALLY a prison. they keep us here for hours and dont let us eat or use the bathroom unless we ask. and we’re forced to do dumb unnecessary work and we can’t leave. this sucks
me at age 15: that was a little dramatic i think i mean it wasn’t that bad
me at age 20: actually 10 year old me was right the way they treated us was incredibly inhumane for no fucking reason
movies where someone hears an important message only once and retains all the details….
girl if that were me, we’d be fucked. I have to reread emails like 4 times.
if it were me having to repeat my dead father’s instructions on destroying the death star:
I was in a college psych class, and the teacher was doing some kind of exercise about memory, patterns, and retention. He began with, “for instance, if I asked you what number the first letter of your name is in the alphabet, you wouldn’t be able to tell me right aw–”
“Ten,” I said.
“What?”
“J. J is ten,” I said again.
He stared at me.
“I happened to learn it while looking at the alphabet when I was five or six, and it just stayed in my brain,” I told him.
Then we did an exercise on retention. “I’m going to tell you a story,” he said, “and then I’m going to send you out of the room for five minutes, and when you come back, you have to repeat as much of the story back to me as possible.”
He told me a long and meandering story with no plot or structure, just a random series of events, place names, actions, etc. Then he sent me out of the room.
I looked at the wall for a while.
He called me back in five minutes later, stood me up in front of the class, and asked me to repeat “just as much of the story as you remember.” Apparently while I’d been gone he’d been telling the class about how eyewitness accounts aren’t reliable because people don’t remember things well after a certain period of time.
So I told his story back to him– not verbatim, but certain phrases were exact– and watched the consternation in his face as I accidentally blew up his (valid! and extensively studied!) lesson about how bad people’s retention is.
“It’s like a song,” I tried to explain to him, and the class. “Or a poem. Every part of the story has a little tag to remember it. I looked at the chalkboard while you were saying this part. My leg itched while you were saying that part. A chair squeaked during the next part. Then I just have to come back and go over all the sensations that I had while you were”
“Sit down,” he said.
I sat.
Turns out I’m Autisms Georg adn should not have been counted
saw my friend reblog a post about hating driving and listen. i understand you. however i love driving because i am locked in a metal box for three and a half hours on the regular where i can do nothing but focus on not dying and listening to music i love as loud as i want while i pass through gorgeous mountains in weather that could destroy me like an errant fruitfly. it enriches my warrior monkey brain to go fast at speeds no man was meant to go and try as hard as possible to fight against the constant threat of dying in the concrete arena. does this sound relaxing? perhaps not to the regular man. but a man i am not.
my ancient hunter gatherer ancestors smiling upon me as i barrel down the freeway at 70mph in a fucking monsoon listening to caramelldansen louder than god
also for anyone thinking this is like. a defense of car-dependent societies. in no way do i think that. if we could all have public transport and walk places within 15 minutes and have trains and buses more widely available that shit would be the BOMB. its just that if i am to live in a car-dependent world where my only options are drive then brother i will. catch me on the freeway looking like this while i blast the guilty gear soundtrack so much i am possessed by the spirit of an ancient warrior god
When I read “space…the final frontier” there’s a small part of my brain that is that audio of Patrick Stewart saying it but with a ridiculous french accent that makes it “eh-spay-zeh…ze final frahn-tee-aire” while Jonathan Frakes absolutely loses it in the background.
On February 1 and 2, Comet C/2022 E3 (ZTF) will reach its closest point to Earth (0.29 AU/ 27 million mi/ 44 million km). The comet might be visible to the eye alone. You’ll need a dark-sky site. And you can always use binoculars or a telescope to spot this green visitor from the outer solar system. Read about the green comet.
