Simon ,'Jaynestown'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Yay for gainful employment, MM!
Susan, count me with the other spaced out kids. I was probably 30 before my mother stopped snapping her fingers in front of my face if she thought I was out there. I grew out of it by puberty. Had a bazillion tests, including a lumbar punch. All to be told it wasn't anything to be concerned about because I would grow out of it.
If we were computers, the zone-outs would probably be accompanied by hourglasses on our screens while the hard drive light blinked furiously as it processed something. The brain has to catch up with itself sometime.
So Mac people would have that annoying beach ball?
ooh... spinny... colors!
umm, yeah.
Oh, and my apologies to everyone (else) who paused in their life to contemplate the symbol that would best represent their mental "please wait" state and had to shake themselves out of it.
::beach ball::
Huh? Sorry, connie. What were you saying?
Oh, and my apologies to everyone (else) who paused in their life to contemplate the symbol that would best represent their mental "please wait" state and had to shake themselves out of it.
I visualized a black & white spiraled hypno-wheel.
I still space out with eyes unfocused, and I'm theoretically an adult. It never freaked out my parents; my dad does it, and my mom just learned that she had to repeat our names a couple of times to make sure we were paying attention. Or take the book out of our hands.
Thanks, ita, I had to post and run and didn't realize I futzed it up.
What Jilli said. My parents had to physically remove the shiny (usually a book) before I'd hear them. That never happens anymore, of course...
That never happens anymore, of course...
Of course not! As is proven by the fact that we spend all day talking to our imaginary friends.