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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Meara, I only got 69% on the facial recognition test, but I know I suck at recognizing faces (AND remembering names). It's very embarrassing. I hate my memory issues because people think I don't care, when the truth is I just have some screwed up neurological wiring.
Erin, the English teaching gets much, much easier once you've been teaching the same books for enough years. The first five years I taught were 16 hours. Now I laze around at 9-10.
Crazy Spooks agent Tom, you are very crazy,
I saw him in ... something else and spent a good ten minutes at dinner (at a kinda trashy bar with amazing waffle fries) with my dad explaining how weird it was to see agent Tom doing something other than being agent Tom.
To be fair, it'd been a long day, none of the six muted tvs I could see had captions and we'd ordered Three Olives before dinner.
I really don't think my dad cared about the antics of not!agent Tom. No idea why I felt the need to tell him.
I got 93% on the face recognition test. Better than I expected.
Meara, if it makes you feel better, I'm not sure my ability to recognize creepy men has helped me very much in life.
In happier news, looks like my genetic testing was negative, so that's a relief.
That is happy news, megan.
In happier news, looks like my genetic testing was negative, so that's a relief.
yay!
Uh oh, Perkins, you sure it wasn't dita just crawling on your back while you slept?
(I realize now that the preceding question probably gives Megan more heebiejeebies than does the bed bug question.)
Maybe that's how they steal your soul.
Maybe that's how they steal your soul.
This explains my soullessness!
I got an 86 on the facial recognition test, but I'm not sure the kind of recognition they were testing is very useful. What I'd like to see a test for is matching face with context.
I've had a bazillion embarrassing moments where I've run into someone I know (and who knows me), but I can't figure out how I know them. It takes a huge number of repeat encounters before I can consistently recognize someone out of their usual context (work, knitting store, gym, etc.)
I've had a bazillion embarrassing moments where I've run into someone I know (and who knows me), but I can't figure out how I know them.
Me too. Worse, flat-out not recognizing someone out of their normal (to me) context. Like, I've always seen Familiar Person in Renaissance costume, and here she is in the Safeway in sweats, and I have no clue that she's even someone I know until she starts talking to me.