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I have to say, right from the start, that I really don't think I want to 'Blog'! I think I have the same view of having a blog, as I have of having a 'fart'...something I personally don't like to think I do. Now as to whether or not that's fact or fiction, is really a matter of opinion, but pehpas, if you asked my 'Other' Half, you would begin to understand, as although we have been together for 19 years (Crikey...doesn't SEEM that long)... he would be able to quite honestly tell you that he has never heard me emit one of those ugly things! Oh, incidentally, I call him my 'Other' half, in absolute denial of the more frequent term for a spouse or partner, being 'Better' Half. Adored other half, yes, but better half...no way! Different, but equal, in mind, body and soul. United and working from both ends of the universes of human traits to combine as a solid, intelligent, practical team. Ask me again, when he has cheesed me off about something, and I might describe him differently for 10mins or so, but that is usually the limit of how long we scowl at each other, before we continue to get on with our closely entwined lives. I digress. I don't want to 'Blog', so...after a little thought, I will continue with my 'Recycled Thought Chain' Back to the anal emissions, and so you are probably thinking "Who is this funny little prude, and what the hell is she waffling about"? This 50kg 5'2" Lass, firstly, is no prude. I have, and will always will, be a Tomboy. Taking on every challenge and addicted to motorbikes, on and off road. I shoot in mens classes in archery tournaments (and got 3rd place in the national champs!), and came 'placed' the first time I ventured into a Landrover off-road tournament. (I was supposed to be there helping a friend who was organising the event, but couldn't resist, and much to my hubby's horror, entered his 1982 ex Military sIII lightweight Landy into the competition, with me at the helm! (I did ok!):razz: I cannot see how one can be both (Prude and Boyish), (Just making sure I haven't given you the impression of a stuck up tart!) but I DO draw the line at belching and farting. These activities (although fun to watch and adjudicate, especially the lit versions of anal emmisions), I have to take off my hat, and hand it over to the boys! Well, that's me folks, well.... enough of me to give you an idea that I speak from the bottom of my heart, and NOT the heart of my bottom. ;)
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Well, as per usual, someone here has me pondering my life...again! This time, it's not Saint, however, but 'Kitten' (Twitchin Kitten), but heck, I'm sure she doesn't mind me referring to her as 'Kitten, and it's a darn sight easier to type! She wrote: "LOL Pussycat! I just read you non-blog and you sound like me! I can swing a hammer with the best of 'em, ride a bike, and drive better than most men. YES I DRIVE BETTER THAN MOST MEN! The only thing so far that I haven't had the pleasure of navigating is a plane of any sort. One day!" Well, that did it. I am now, quite certain, that Kitten is the American version of me! (and what is today's revelation that confirmed this train of thought once more? I have had relatively little idea since being a teenager, of where my path in life lies. Sure, when I was young the thing I wanted to do most was be a vet, and that just seemed like such a visionary thing, and not really achievable, as we were pretty damned broke (1 of 7 kids, and Dad had died when I was 3, so Mum had a tough life trying just to keep the family afloat as she refused to take government hand-outs), so going off to college and not getting a job seemed like a pretty selfish option at the time. So bye bye vet! After that, I just went with the flow of my life and that's actually great, as I never know from one year to the next what I will be doing! It's never boring! However, there is one aim that I have had from the age of about 16, and that was, that by 20 I wanted my car license, by 30 I wanted my bike license by 40 I wanted an HGV1 (articulated truck) license by 50 I wanted my piolot's license! Sadly, I have only managed to get the first two, so far. As by the time I began to reach the Truck license era, it was a luxury that we can not afford, as I would have no purpose for it (A mother's life is not suited to trucking, and it is very expensive now). But, I am still (regardless of cost), determined, that before I die, I will be a qualified pilot. I don't mind too much about the truck, (though if the opportunity arose, would still jump at it), and like I said, there has to be a degree of flexibility in your life aims. But the flying bit, well, after doing a couple of parachute jumps for charity (not tandum), the flying light aircraft is now more than ever a must! You can't explain to anyone the sheer exhileration of pararchuting. The quiet is beyond belief (once the aircraft is out of earshot), and to look down on birds circling beneath you, is indeed a strange sensation. To jump into NOTHING (when normally all of your senses are aware of what and where you will land when you jump, usually the floor, or another near obect, compared to into nothing at all) is foreign to your whole being. The noise of the rush of air until your chute deploys, the horror of realising that you chute is candling, and jerking to rectify it, closely following by the the silence (you don't get that silence anywhere on the ground, as even on the quietest night in the mountains, the air is cushioned with insect noise and distant sounds.) The glee of total freedom to revel in your new experience, short-lived though it is, as the ground rush deceives you with every metre as you descend. Ha, descend, that was funny. I was first of 6 to jump from the airdraft, and landed last, as I became caught in thermals and managed to miss the airfield completely, much to the other jumpers' amusement! A mile square, and I missed the whole bloody thing! Though in my favour, I was one of only 2 that didn't land badly. (We spent the rest of that afternoon and evening ferrying our mates to the local hospital for various breaks and sprains. I would say I helped my friends, but in the bid to be of use to her in her time of need, I was pushing my mate in a wheelchair through the hospital, and forgot she had her leg out in front, and used THAT to open the swinging doors ...owch! Anyway. I can advise anyone to have a go at parachuting at least once, but do not recommend you do as I did, whilst waiting for the wind to drop for my second jump , which was to read the accident book to pass the time! Oh, and one more thing. I also asked the intructor, before we jumped, "How long it it from the time you leave the aircraft, until you actually land?" She replied with a grin... "Either just over 3minutes, OR 17 SECONDS!  Last edited on 10:36 am by Pussycat |
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Taking things for granted. (inspired by Saint's blog) Most of us do it all the time. We get so wrapped up in what isn't going our way, that we tend to neglect what bad stuff hasn't happened to us. We take our friends and family for granted, that they will always be there, until that fateful day when one of them is no longer about. I can remember I was about 20 years old before I encountered the death of someone I knew. (Although my Dad had died when I was 3, I don't really have much recollection of him, and never really had the chance to know him, so that was not really a factor). The fella that died (when I was 20), was a friendly old chap that lived over the road. I had never really chatted to him, other than the ocassional hello (as I had only recently moved into the village), but he was a lovely man, adored by everybody. And always wore a smile. At his funeral (the first I had attended), I made myself a vow, which I have tried to keep, that ...Never again would I miss the chance to tell someone how much I appreciated knowing them. The same is true about car accidents, illnesses, in fact just about everything. I try not to focus on negative things, and instead think things like, Oh hell the car has broken down, yes it's a pain, but, hey I've got a car not a donkey, and there may well have been an accident further up the road, that I missed because of it, or that we can't afford luxuries, but hey, we can afford food! There are a lot of starving people in this world, and on the overall scale of things... We are doing ok! And that we don't have the worry of listening to bombs or gunfire in our neighbourhood. How many of us take just THAT for granted every day? So, today, in my philosophycal mood, I leave you with.... If the World didn't suck.........We'd all fall off!
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Bridging the Decades. (Well, that was the most diplomatic way I could think to head this thought meander). I have a comprehensive forum, and made sure that from it's birth, there was a specific section (forum) for teenagers. One where only they could post, and free of interference from the rest of the site. Well, THAT was the plan. But most of the moderating that I end up dong on the site (apart from courtesy editting..ie, someone committs typo offences and runs of of time to edit them themselves), is keeping the 'Wrinklies' off the Teen zone. Not that the wrinklies are trolls, (far from it, I have been very lucky that my posters respect the site rules wonderfully). It's just that I am trying to honour the promise that I made to myself for the Teens to have their own place. Why seperate them, you may ask, surely chat between the generations is a good thing. It is, of course. And often the wrinklies post there by mistake, by having spotted a post using the 'recent' tab, and simply reply on it, thus ending up doing a site criminal act! It pains me dreadfully, to have to delete them, but I do. After all, we have an Adult only section (by invitation), and that is teen free. And the rest of the site everyone can mingle to their hearts content. But recently, (following several recent wrinkly posts on the teen zone, by different posters), I started a thread, headed. Wrinklies - Stay off the Teen zone! with a polite post explaining why. Today however, I am suffering the seeds of doubt. A jolly good poster, posted on this thread "How do I know if I'm a Wrinkly"? Well. I am sure we can all remamber our own teens, and, then, anyone past their mid twenties was undoubtedly classified by us as a 'Wrinkly'. As far as over 40 went, well, that was positively archaeic, and we could not imagine in our wildest dreams ever being THAT old! 50 - 60 age group was in our minds, elligible for euthanasia! So, what's changed? Well, for one. The fences have moved dramatically. 40's is now my own slot, and of course, I still feel like a spring chicken (well, most days, anyway). But...... having said that, cannot help but shudder when I remember my Mother telling my during my late teens, that "You never actually feel like you are old, as your body just gets tired, but your mind still stays in your favourite era." (She was pushing 60 then). So defining a wrinkly becomes dependant on which decade you are in. I like to think that maybe I am half cooked by now, and have still got half a lifetime left. (Although, up until I was 35, I was pretty damned sure that I would have died by the time I was 40!...after all, what was the point of being alive once you were THAT old, huh?!) In reality, I pretty much like being 40 something (42 actually), as I feel and look a lot younger (if I dare have the nerve to say that myself). And I am pretty sure, that most folk probably feel the same way about themselves. I feel like I actually know a lot of things now, and I don't think I would probably opt for going back to my teens if I ever had the chance. Boy, I was soooo naive! (Ask me again when I get to the 49 step, and maybe I may have changed my mind, but for now, I'm cool with the whole damned thing, and am really looking forward to haveing some grandchildren (Wish they would hurry up and look like something was happening in that respect....even a steady boy/girlfriend would be nice to see hanging off the arms of my offspring - not that I want to wish their lives away, but I would hate to miss that stage). Anyway, as usual, I am digressing.... After reading the quandry that the poster had written about wrinkly qualification, I decided to put some spec's into the equation. Here are a few that I have thought up, but am sure you will think of some far better ways to clarify my thoughts. Please do. HOW TO TELL IF YOU ARE A WRINKLY OR NOT. If any of the following apply to you, then 'Don't post on the teen zone! You look in the mirror and smile, then stop smiling, and the crevices are still there! You ask folk to pass things, rather than jump up and get them. You actually prefer tea or coffee, to coca cola first thing in the morning. A night out's side effects last longer than the following 6hours sleep. 6 hours sleep is no longer enough, any night of the week. Tying laces is a form of self-torture. There are more foods that you don't eat (for various reasons other than taste dislikes), than ones that you do. Your kids don't need watching, in case they touch something dangerous or trip over an ant. You actually LIKE to listen to your parents, and you find yourself identifying with them. You actually start looking at the hydration creams with their elastic this and that on the supermarket shelves. And the most obvious sign...... A song hits the charts, performed by one of these weird sounding new bands, and you know every word, and can sing along the first time you hear it. Last edited on 01:04 pm by Pussycat |
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Well, Holy Moses! You come here one day, sigh that you will probably have to wait a few hours before anyone actually reads your post (as most of the folk here keep US hours)... then you wander dozily in one morning to throngs! (I was NOT pertaining to stepping into my underwear incidentally, but to the massive new database of folk here overnight) Good grief, that's an understatement! I am totally and utterly bemused. I should be thrilled, that one of the forums that I like to frequent now has a vast range of posters to chat to. But to be honest, at the moment I feel awfully strange about the sudden impact. It's great of course for dear ol' 24. Congratulations amigo! I suppose, it's partly due to fact, that normally, there is a gradual feed of new posters, and as each arrives, you have time to view their profiles and identify with as much as you can about them, whereas in this particulat situation, the influx in enormous, and most of you seem to know each other. I feel like a right goof ball at the moment! Anyway, enough of me. How about a few of you good folk telling us more about yourselves, as I wade through the introductory posts, and whilst you're about it, leave a few jokes in the Joke section. (24, I may just have to steal a few,(jokes that is, not your posters) but I promise that as ever, I will not just take, but swap!) xx Here's to a great Forum, long may it last (to Coin a phrase). ;) Last edited on 12:25 pm by Pussycat |
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BUGGER. I suppose as I am aboard an American forum, and the above is one of my most frequent expletives, I am such going to have to explain it for you. (Anyone who is already familiar with the Brit term, just go back to sleep...it's going to be boring!) DON'T go and look up 'Bugger' in the dictionary, because unless it has English colloquial terms, you're going to get the wrong end of the stick...literally!) Because, the verb in strict dictionary terms is synomous with soddomy. (Up on'e jacksy), and that it most certainly NOT what I mean, when I refer to 'bugger' for anything. This very popular English term is pretty much as versatile as the word 'Fuck'! But polite and not offensive, and in almost all circumstances, a realtively affectionate term, depending of course in the manner you portray it. ie. Bugger you! (Fuck you!) He's a bit of a Bugger (He's a bit of a Fucker. ) Bugger off! ('Fuck off', but you would be able to say this to children). Oh Bugger! (Oh Fuck) Damn, I've really buggered that! (Shit, I've really fucked that up!) You Bugger! (usually accompanies a wry grin or an affectionate smile) (Ya fukka!...grin) There's bugger-all left for me! (All fucking gone!) You see they are both extremely versatile words (and I've probably missed tons of other uses), but generally 'Bugger' is polite and rarely offends, whereas 'Fuck often does) And, the term NEVER refers to small insects! Last edited on 05:12 pm by Pussycat |
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Big Changes, but Life's like that! First of all, I think I ought to apologise to anyone who found my last post here offensive. It was not meant to be. But I hope you found it interesting, and will understand when I refer to the word Bugger, in all of it's uses. Having said that, the poster who then posted, 'Too many bad words, couldn't read it'...well, you simply weren't reading it in the context intended. Try again and maybe LEARN something this time! With regard to the exodus and subsequent influx here. WOW... it was a day that I was pretty much glued to my PC, but it certainly took some concentration to stay up with most of it. As far as general impact on the site... Well, if you (as I do), use the 'recent' tab continually. Then Yes, the board is totally mind-blowing and not the cozy place it was a few days ago. But I think in a few days, it will settle down. As far as the actual site in general goes. The Main board does not really show the impact of the influx, and is, in fact, being used to better advantage by the bigger population here. So long as the general chummy stuff, stays on Open Talk, and does not troll the other forums, I think that it is generally a good thing for the site. Poor old Frank is going to have his work cut out moderating for the foreseeable future, and trying to tune everyone in to the basic, but neccessary 'Common Decency' rules, though I'm sure he'll manage. I just hope that nobody takes advantage, and as is far too often the case in this life, 'The odd pillock carelessly screws it up for the majority'. So all in all... 'A better place' (especially for me, as the more of you here, means the more chance I get to communicate from 'over the pond', (with the obvious time zone clause, meaning very few hours that both parties are available). Last edited on 11:17 am by Pussycat |
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Are we speaking the same language? I am beginning to wonder! It seems, that every time I write something here, I end up with floods of queries about what specific words that I use pertain to. Anyone else think that I'm gay, because I said I have always been a 'Tomboy' ?? (Don't worry, I won't tell on you, or post anything on the site if sent a private query...but any more of those weird ones, and they're going straight to Frank!) LOL Anyway, it seems that somewhere over the pond, you and we both diversified our colloquialisms awfully! We are, on both sides, I think, aware of general word swaps for things like fender vs bumper, hood vs bonnet, 'accumilator' or something vs battery , we call them batteries - the electrical source for generating power to a petrol (gasoline) engine. BUT... up until this last few weeks (since I have been here on Frank's site) I had no idea of how many differences (apart from spelling) our languages have. BTW, I actually prefer your spelling methods, they are more wysiwyg than ours, and easier to teach people, especially foreigners. Us Brits, grew up with this ridiculous language and it's meaningless spelling oddities, but trying to explain it to a Spaniard is something else! I mean really. 'Lead' sounds LED. 'Led' sounds LED. 'Laid' sounds LED. 'Layed' sounds LED. (OK there may be a hint of extension on a couple of them, but generally the population pronounce them as LED. I mean...who the heck decided that the word 'colour' should be spelled /spelt like that! After all, we pretty much all say culler, so why shouldn't we spell it like that? Nevermind, the spelling, that is not really the point here, I am just digressing as usual. But, Tell me, preferably on a post rather than PM if there are any words that I use that you are not sure about their meanings, and I will do the same. (Otherwise I just spent all of my time here sending PM's and that's not so much fun!) Maybe we should use the 'Blog reaction thread from this, to do that in future. (If anyone reads this). I will anyway, the next time I read something and think, 'Good Grief'...whatever is that when it's at home?, I will put it here for someone to translate for me. Please do the same. Last edited on 04:09 pm by Pussycat |
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Just to change a tyre! ( I read someones post earlier about changing a tyre, which reminded me of this occasion) Ok. Picture this. Little me, (almost 5'2") 50kg. Female. Pulls up in a LWB landrover and goes into town, an hour from home and hubby. Dressed in a flimsy gypsy skirt (not the norm for me, but it was mid summer and as I was not on the bike, I could actually treat myself to being feminine that day, not having any manual work to do that day or reason to wear otherwise.) The day was searingly hot, and by the time I got back to the crowded car park, I was flagging in the heat. I notice as I approached the landrover, that it looked 'not quite right', and as I got nearer, realised that it's off-side front tyre was flat. (Thankfully, only at the bottom! ;)). Had it been the car, or the swb landrover, an ordinary jack would have sufficed, but the lwb meant the hi-lift jack! Bugger! This is going to be hot work. And looking down at what I was wearing, made me cross that I had dreamed that morning of just being a normal girlie girl...how stupid of me! Oh well, nothing for it, but to get on with it. I found the wheelbrace and loosened the bolts whilst the wheel was still under weight. (Like that was easy....not!). Stood up, and thought, right, the jack. Where the hell did he say he put the jack? It's about a metre long, so I should really not have had a problem finding it, but 10 mins later, finally managed to wiggle the bloody great thing out from behind the front seats. (3 seater and commercial back end model). 'His' words of warning to me that if ever I should need to use the Hi-lift jack, echoed through my head, and at this point I wished I had been concentrating on what he had said at the time, but it was something like, be careful when you release it, as if you don't do something or other, it will break your arm! (hmmmm, better be careful with this one). I located the anchor point, and set up the jack, heaving to get the landy up some so I could get the wheel off. Eventually I managed, and got the wheel off. Wheel..... we are not talking mini wheels here, but 750 x 16 wolf military wheels. UK standards that is big (but I realise you get a lot bigger over there in the states). And this was heavy! Next thing, and at this point, I regretting not having sorted the spare first, as I suddenly realised it was mounted on the bonnet! (Now airborne) I didn't much like the idea of leaping around on the bonnet with the landy on a jack, but, I was buggered if I was letting it back down again now! So I hoisted my skirt and climbed up onto the bonnet to see how it was anchored. First glance told me, that this was not the same size as the wheel nuts that were holding it, and the securing bracket left little room between that and the inside edge of the wheel to use the wheel brace anyway. So down I get to look for more tools. A phone call to HRH, told me that there was another tool kit under the seat. (Sounds easy right?...WRONG! Getting at it was like entering the Krypton factor on a bad day! Eventually, I decided the only way to reach this tool case, which I could touch but not get through the gap, was to dismantle the seat arrangement. After which, (now a seat base on the floor outside), I clambered back on the bonnet (half an hour later) and eventually managed to undo to fixings to release the spare wheel. YES! There I am. Stood on the bonnet, having hoisted the sparewheel to stand vertically beside me a good height from the ground. The wheel itself weighing a ton, and the new dilmma of how do I get the wheel to the floor. I certainly couldn´t get down an lift it down, I couldn't reach from the floor, and I couldn´t drop it from the bonnet, as the car park was full, and I could only imagine it bouncing off accross the car park incurring damage all round! (This was becoming tiresome...in every sense of the word!) Still, I couldn't go home, until I had finished, so..I clambered back down, after lodging the wheel precariously so I could reach it, and gradually managed to edge it to where I could at best try to guide it safely to the floor, and try not to let it bounce and escape, whilst trying to avoid persaonal injury at the same time. I had already managed to skin my knuckles several times, and was getting more than a mild case of the hump by now! A skinned leg, but the wheel down, (I cursed this stupid skirt...my jeans would have saved a load of skin there!), I took the offending flat version, and began the uphill struggle to get that one back on the bonnet, when I had my first case of good luck. Why do that, I thought, just throw it in the back of the landrover. Still quite a task, but achieved and a lot easier than the alternative. Now, all I had to do was put the spare on, and bob's your uncle. The rest of the job was easy. Although before I could tighten the nuts securely, I had to get it down off the 'Hi-lift'. Nervously, I tried to keep my arms out of the way, and having not a clue what was actually going to attack me to break my arm, I slowly released the jack. (Big fuss over nothing, you just had to make sure you kept a good grip of the thing as it realeased. Job done, Jack back inside the landy, and just the tightening to go. I was beginning to feel rather proud of myself. At this stage, I should tell you, that Spanish men are generally a bunch of 'I love me and so should you', arrogant, macho jerks. I am not biased, just being factual here. There are exceptions, but not many, and most of the more gentile of them are city dwellers and older men, certainly not the rural variety around us! About 30 yards from the edge of the car park (I was 2 rows in) there had been about 6 Spanish builders working on a construction site. I was aware of their precense, and had not expected them to help, but was not really very comfortable knowing that they were watching me, especially as I was obviously not built for the job I was undertaking, nevertheless.... Just as I crouched to tighten up the wheelnuts, 2 of them strolled over, and offered to do it for me. I thanked them, and told them that it was not necessary (NOW!), but they insisted on doing up the last 3. I was really miffed. I had managed all of that, and didn't get the final glory of being able to say I managed the whole job. Afterall, if they were going to help, they could have done so an hour before instead of just watching. No I was not very grateful, but tried not to show it! Last edited on 02:14 pm by Pussycat |
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So what is it about this place? Quite what is the attraction? Is it folk that me smile, or just the interaction? You have to think of where I live, A foreign land and tongue. A sense of humour, here in Spain, Is really not much fun. It's lost when one tries to translate, They are a different race. Their sense of humour ain't the same, You can see it in their face! Here we may not always gel, but mostly speak the same. Apart from the odd word or two, We're playing the same game. Next time that you see a plea from me to call by and say 'Hi'. Just think it could be you stuck here, So don't go sailing by! 
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I liked that Zombie story thread so much, I decided to make one of my own. over on my site. What's the Time-Warp, Mr Wolf? The year 2095 was beggining to wane, as 400 intrepid explorers bound for Uranus, began their decent into the outer atmosphere of the strange planet that had appeared on their scanners 3 weeks ago. They had re-set their guidance systems to abort the Uranus target, and instead, land on the newly discovered planet, that after extensive probes had appeared to be possibly habitable. The crew had become dangerously restless over the last month of the 3 month trip (thanks to the new Warp drive system that they were pioneering), as almost half of their oxygen manufacturing sytems had been affected with some strange virus, that seemed to be shutting down systems all over the ship. No amount of investigating by any of the crew (all leaders in their particular fields), had resulted in either locating the source of the virus, nor any way to prevent it contaminating further systems. The new planet, promised to be the break the crew needed, to get of the ship, and replenish their spirits, whilst further investigations and repairs were carried out on the ship's systems. Last edited on 08:22 pm by Pussycat |
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The Exile Lament! (This does not apply to all of you, but those that it does, know who you are and should read this! It's getting quite boring for 'us' - 'pre the swap' To hear the laments and just wish they would stop! However you view it, Whatever your number. You can't help but notice, Not even in slumber. So many folk here have nothing to say, But what's with the forum That sent them away! We sat and we waiting, for tensions to wane But still a week later, The posts ,are the same. We're sad that you lost out A place you could chat, But it's here on a plate, So stop being a a prat! Try to blend now, time you heeded the change. This place you can now call Your home on the Range. But for Christ's sake stop moaning, for love lost, and strife. You've here, got the chance for a new posting life! You can, if you like Blow me out of the water, But, better you start to behave Like you oughta! You're welcomed here folks, Open armed and with grace, But, hell, please you people, Don't crap on our face! Get on with your lives. And enjoy this fine site. And try to blend in now, with all of your might! Last edited on 09:11 pm by Pussycat |
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How powerful are our minds? My teenage son said to me yesterday, how he wished he had a photographic memory to help him draw complicated sketches. I told him about an amazing austic boy, who could look at a very detailed piece of architecture, and then reproduce it flawlessly in another venue. We pondered how he was able to do this, and I suggested it may have something to do with what occupies his brain. I had my other son's attention by now, who is too, a musical creature. "Well... I said, our brains are vast with their capabilities. We are not talking a couple of gigabytes of RAM, but vast resources. Just take one subject...Music. Just sit and think how many songs you know. You know the tunes, and how to reproduce every sound, both with your mouth and with all the instruments you play. You know the words, thousands of them all different. You see the music in your mind in written form...ALL at the same time. How much space do you think just music takes up. Then there are animals. You can recognise thousands, and their differences, their colours, their sounds again. And school, how many subjects do you have in your head, and each of them vast with memorised facts, visual and audio. You can drive,...how many things do you have to think about to do that. All the pedals and the coordination, and not to mention all of the awareness you have as you actually drive around you. Colours, you see spectrums of colours and light, and shadows, so many vary degress and angles and perspectives. Your languages. you can think, listen, tranlate now without anaylis, talk, and just your vocabluary alone i | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
