wow, there are potato things I've not eaten. Kind of amazing.

I had the same thought, erika.

My (formerly evil) sister tried to be mean to me at Arthur Treacher's once by shaking vinegar on my fries while I was away from the table. I ate them, unaware of the evil plot... and loved them, thereby thwarting her nefarious nefariousness.

Edited for spelling, because I'm not French.

I miss Arthur Treachers.

I eat lots of spuds, JenP.

So do I, so do I. Loved the Treacher.

ita, Frankie's engaged. You'll have to move on.

Frankie is too young to be engaged, and he looks too much like Sully not to be Sully, not that any of you know Sully. Well, everyone probably knows a Sully, but not my Sully. Not that he's *mine* per se. I'll stop now. I shouldn't have Coca Cola with supper.

I remember large chunks of what I've read and if I've seen something, I have a pretty good mental picture of it. That's why my bookshelves drive other people crazy. I don't have a system; I have memory. I don't think it's really at the level of eidetic, though.

Interesting. I have a very strong - I'm not really sure what to call it. Sense, or muscle memory. I can remember where I put something by making the physical motion of putting it, for instance. Or if I can't remember if I've taken a pill or something, making the motion of doing so is enough to know whether I really did or not by how immediate the sensation feels. Also, I tend to identify left from right by miming signing my name, which I never connected to the other stuff until just now.

People I know who know him say he's kind of a dick. Mind, that was some years ago, when many boys that age might fit that description.

Or if I can't remember if I've taken a pill or something, making the motion of doing so is enough to know whether I really did or not by how immediate the sensation feels.

Huh. I did that just the other day.

I notice that when I consistently use a particular computer file or program, I always find it by looking in the place where it was before, not by reading all the names....

Okay, I skimmed (not skipped, I swear), but skimmed at high speed.

I dunno if people have mentioned it yet, but the whole thing about the Nanny who was fired after her employer read her blog? So funny, because, common sense dictates that if you are writing personal stuff, don't tell your employer about your blog. And certainly, don't give her hte link. dumbass.