I don't think I'd be able to file memories if I didn't have different houses and countries as backdrops.
Hmm. I have an agenda in my inbox for a meeting that's not on my calendar. I better track that down before I embarrass myself.
Wash: Captain, didn't you know kissin' girls makes you sleepy? Mal: Well sometimes I just can't help myself.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
§ ita § - Oct 06, 2010 11:00:49 am PDT #27991 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Connie Neil - Oct 06, 2010 11:03:01 am PDT #27992 of 30001
brillig
Yeah, growing up in the house your father lived in as a kid doesn't give you a lot of variant to track events by.
Beverly - Oct 06, 2010 11:03:38 am PDT #27993 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I have sense-memories rather than event-memories. I have a clear memory of seeing my left shoulder and arm, wearing a particular dress, the exact color of my hair falling over my shoulder. It's warm and I'm in sunlight, and I'm in our back yard. No event, no sound.
I know it's a real memory because I have a b/w photograph of me wearing that dress. On my tricycle, in our front yard.
I was dreadfully (and undiagnosed) nearsighted as a child, so a lot of my memories fade out a yard or two beyond my physical self.
tommyrot - Oct 06, 2010 11:12:45 am PDT #27994 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Yeah, growing up in the house your father lived in as a kid doesn't give you a lot of variant to track events by.
Yeah, me too. 'Cept we tore down our 110 year old farm house and built a new one in its place in 1980.
My dad (who's in his late 70s) moved for the first time in his life when my parents moved to an apartment after selling the farm. I can't imagine what that would be like.
§ ita § - Oct 06, 2010 11:14:39 am PDT #27995 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Updated XKCD map of the internet. There's a remarkable amount of it that I'm not familiar with, thank god.
Oh, look! I found LJ. And ff.net.
Tom Scola - Oct 06, 2010 11:15:25 am PDT #27996 of 30001
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
Where is LJ? I was looking for it before.
amych - Oct 06, 2010 11:17:35 am PDT #27997 of 30001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
It's an island in the Sea of Drama, of course! (Better yet, Dreamwidth is there as a teeny-tiny island near LJ).
§ ita § - Oct 06, 2010 11:18:24 am PDT #27998 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
LJ is just above the Bay of Drama, west of the Photo Blogs, west of the Sea of Opinions. (eta: I love how close ff.net is to LJ) (one day AO3 will be grown up and get a spot)
People still use Windows Live Messenger?
tommyrot - Oct 06, 2010 11:28:23 am PDT #27999 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Flat locked for 70 years contains €2.1 million painting
A woman left her Paris apartment before World War II and never returned. After her recent death, appraisers opened the doors of the flat for the first time in more than 70 years. Among many other antiques, they found a 19th century portrait of her grandmother painted by Giovanni Boldini, valued at €2.1 million.
flea - Oct 06, 2010 11:42:59 am PDT #28000 of 30001
information libertarian
Now that's some procrastination, not dealing with your Paris apartment for 70 years!