I certainly do, but I've earned all my dementia.
Me too, though my reasons are probably not Apo's reasons, to my dismay.
Not exactly. I have to go back to where I was standing when I had the idea. Oddly, this also works if I go back to the page I was on (if I was reading), even if what I was reading was completely unrelated to what I suddenly thought of.
Also, V8? Ick.
Look who recommended V8 a few months ago. Go back to bed, B.
Used to do it all the time anyway, but my children have now thoroughly ruined my brain. Half the time I want to address one of them by name, I have to stop and remember what it is.
4: I didn't say it was good.
But I am down with a cold and feeling nappish. So nice of you to worry about me.
5: I call PK by the cat's name not infrequently, and vice-versa. Their names are phonetically very similar (a coincidence, I swear), but usually it happens when I'm feeling pestered and am saying "PK/pussykat, what?!?" so I think it's more the "small things bothering me" than it is the phonetics, really.
5: I'm constantly addressing my wife, my daughter or my youngest sister by the name of one of the other two.
4: Bitch has got seriously wack perceptions if she thinks pomegranate juice tastes gross. And also, if her reaction to "V8" is to say "Ick" -- but this does not indicate as seriously skewed a sense of taste as does the other.
Maybe Bitch can't taste the lovely flavor of the pomegranate juice because she has a cold.
My annoying parents reaped what they sowed when they decided to give all their kids first names starting with a K, which I still think is more annoying than having a girl's name. Every time I watch my dad cycling through the family's names trying to come up with the right one, I think, Ha ha! you bastard.
Everyone does this, right?
After a sufficient amount of whiskey or certain herbs, yes.
cycling through the family's names
My mother has done this for as long as I can remember. I'm becoming my mother! Oh noes!
which I still think is more annoying than having a girl's name
Sounds like someone needs a hug....
My annoying parents reaped what they sowed when they decided to give all their kids first names starting with a K
Ah. My parents chose to do this as well. What's the thinking there?
Amusing to hear that people call their kids, or pets, by the wrong name; my father did this consistently, yes, cycling through names, sometimes calling me by the dog's name, and I sort of thought he was just an asshole. When I was 13. I see now that I just didn't see. I forgive him in retrospect.
Same, but in my case, rather than simply forgetting it, I run on autopilot for a while. I hold the refrigerator door open like an idiot for thirty seconds while I think about other things and wait for my hands to grab whatever it was I was looking for.
My mom often calls my sister by my aunt's name and vice versa, but only when both of them are around. It's rather odd.
I bought a sixpack of this today. It's very good.
Argh, the kids' names .... it used to be that the only boy would at least be called by the right name, but now he's just as forgettable as his sisters.
And yes, constantly blanking about things - I have to go back to the last thing I remember and recreate the train of thought. My kids are pretty good at finishing my sentences too, though I tend to leave them hanging less often than when I was pregnant.
I was going to comment on something, but it's slipped my mind.
I remember a teacher in high school describing having a thought and then losing it as the shutters in his mind suddenly closed, and I was all "Huh, what?" He asked if that hadn't happened to me and I truthfully told him I had no idea what he was talking about.
Ah, youth.
9: Pomegranate juice = yum! Even better with soda. And an orange slice. And an umbrella.
I call the Offspring by his father's name when he's doing something passive-aggressive. Seventeen years of practice doesn't wear off easily.
Re: Not remembering things: Vide prior comments, where such unbearable lightness of brain was attributed to an excess of giving blowjobs. What have you all been doing??
The worst part is that the damn kids blame you for the memory issues that are all their fault. If we weren't having to constantly keep half our brains on them and their problems/schedule/needs/incessant questions, we'd be able to focus just fine.
"You Can't Remember the Last Time You Played a Game Like This"
24: yeah, I was just thinking that I'm not willing to chalk it up to age just yet. I've just got so much on my mind, so many stimuli and so little mental rest, it's hardly surprising that my thoughts jump the rails so often. Then again, I may be deluding myself.
24: So you're saying ogged's memory problems are due to all the kids he has?
Yes, Saranac is awesome. Good for upstate New York to have a microbrew, it's all vast forests, decaying industrial towns and endless winters, you need a beer.
Yes, Teo, that's exactly what I'm saying. Glad you figured it out.
What's equally interesting is having a lengthy, somewhat contentious discussion with someone that ranges all over the place until both parties suddenly look at one another and say: How the hell did we get on this?
Careful, puzzled attempt to remind each other where it started 45 minutes ago, where it went, culminating in: God, I have no idea. We were arguing about what's wrong with Jung. I'm not sure why we're now talking about early vs. later Wittgenstein. (Or whatever.)
These conversations are, of course, delightful. But still.
I'm been enjoying Oberon this summer.
There are actually several microbreweries in upstate NY.
I also do this, and have done it from a very young age.
Feh. Real upstate-NYers drink Genny Light.
Teoville contains few real upstate-NYers. Teo U. contains even fewer.
I was going to comment on something, but it's slipped my mind.
It used to bother me that I never know where I am in a conversation, but now I've gotten really good at getting people to remind me without awkwardness. I used to beat myself up about all kinds of stuff that I have now accepted as a quirky little part of my adorable personality, the other side of which allows me to remember a line from Ben Jonson or Henry Fielding relevant to any occasion. Transition to nerddom: nearly complete!
What is awesome about upstate NY, booze-wise: the Finger Lakes wineries.
One day during grad school we hit nineteen of them by driving down one side of Lake Seneca, and back up the other.
We have an annoying dog at work, my roommate has an annoying cat at the apartment, and my friends have occasionally annoying children. When any of them is bugging me I end up wanting to call it by the dog's name since I'm around that one the most.
Transition to nerddom: nearly complete!
Actually, it was this very phrase which sealed your fate.
I also sometimes interchange the names of my daughter and the older of our two dogs. Who by the way has been diagnosed with cancer today, the dog I mean.
I'm sorry to hear it, Clownae. I just heard from my folks that their legendary dog is hitting that big-dog wall of 13 and not doing so great. It's fucking depressing.
I am anxiously waiting the demise of my gf's dog. 11 yr old dalmation.
I am anxiously waiting the demise of my gf's dog. 11 yr old dalmation.
There's ways to expedite that. Just saying.
Move all the clocks forward? Tried it, doesn't work.
I did not and would not knowingly withhold the dog's medicine. Nor would I, with malicious intent, directly provide food that I clearly knew would contribute to the dog's bad health.
I've been unable to remember anything my whole life -- the name of the family member I'm speaking to, where I put my keys/glasses/wallet/homework, why I got up and walked into the other room, whether we're out of butter... I just hope that when I get old I can remember that it's not senility, I'm just like that.
(I'm kind of serious -- Mom's in her late sixties, and she's like this too, and it's starting to freak her out. I have to keep reminding her that she didn't know where anything in the house was when she was thirty.)
What is awesome about upstate NY, booze-wise: the Finger Lakes wineries.
Cisco, baby!
Immediately write the names of your children in the back of their clothes.
Of course, you have to remember where you wrote it.
Get Buck a tatoo that says "Buck."
Take a picture of Buck and write "this is the man I love on it."
Do not watch Memento.
re: 47. As someone who has worked with LizardBreath, I can confirm her inability to remember things like people or dates. On the other hand, she remembers pretty much anything she ever read. This makes her a brilliant lawyer who needs a minder, I think.
More generally, I am like most of the parents here; I get my kids names confused. Seeing that I have four sons and am quite aged, this is only to be expected. I do not worry about it. And they always figure out who I am talking to eventually.
Last summer I worked at a lab where the rig I was using for experiments was one floor below the room where all my chemicals, tools, and other supplies were. The number of times I would head from one room to the other, arrive having totally forgotten what my mission was, only to have to go all the way back up/down the stairs again to recover it, was totally exasperating. Probably good exercise, though.
Where should LB write "This is the man I love on it."?
(Also: my daughter still occasionally gets mixed up about which of us is called "Mom" and which "Dad". Until she was 5 it was totally random which one she would pick at any given moment.)
Per 51, I hate buildings where every floor looks the same. The math department at UT is identical on floors 8-13 of a single building. The stairwell seems to go in circles sometimes.
NASA Headquarters in DC is freakish that way -- every floor looks the same, and every hallway on every floor looks the same. It takes about a month to learn to orient yourself by nearly imperceptible cues. I think they're running a long-term psychology experiment that will some day allow us to have rats running mazes on Mars.
Where should LB write "This is the man I love on it."?
Down below.
My mother does it, but she's 86. All that multi-tasking you kids are so proud of has burned out some circuits.
Saranac is a fascinating brand. The trick is that the brewery, the FX Matt Corporation, is principally a contract brewery that makes beers for other people. Whatever is left over or not a success gets sold as Saranac, which is why they can have a 12-pack with 12 different beers in it.Not bad, but not at all reliable from the consumer's point of view.
Whatever is left over or not a success gets sold as Saranac
Can this be right, though? How do you explain longstanding runs of relatively unusual styles, like the black & tan? Or really weird shit like pomegranite beer?
The thing that I've always liked about Saranac is that besides being pretty good, and besides those mixed 6-packs (I find it hard to commit to just one style), and besides my nostalgia for upstate New York, it's really cheap compared to competing products. Cheap + Good = Hella Good
I do the walking-into-a-room-and-forgetting-why thing all the time. I end up either retracing my steps or looking for visual cues in the mystery room I've ended up in. Hand-flailing, air-groping and/or babbling to myself often ensues.
The habit that shows I'm turning into my mother is the occasional but very urgent worrying that I've left something lethal unattended at home. Yeah, I haven't turned on the stove in three days, but am I really, really sure all of the burners are off? Better go back to the house and check just in case. I haven't actually owned an iron in years, but there could be one sitting plugged in around the house somewhere. You just never know.
It'll make you feel a lot better, I bet, to know that my mom once actually *did* leave the iron plugged in, and it melted.
it's really cheap compared to competing products
That's why I buy it. Lots cheaper.
I do the walking-into-a-room-and-forgetting-why thing
I don't do this, but I do often get a feeling—especially when leaving the house—that I've forgotten something. This feeling has almost always been right, and I often return inside to look around for the forgotten item. Sometimes I find it, sometimes no. But it's true that I've almost always forgotten something when I get that feeling. Most recently: a snare drum for a gig. Whoops.
59, 62: Exactly. It's not that Saranac is better than other microbrews (it isn't, really), it's that it's significantly cheaper.
It's a sunny day and I am off to the Cambridge Beer Festival!
I often forget why I went into the kitchen, why I opened the fridge etc. But luckily there is usually a child next to me keeping me on-project. "APPLE JUICE! NOT THAT APPLE JUICE! NOT THAT CUP, THE GREEN ONE! WITH A STRAW! NOT THAT STRAW, A CURLY STRAW!"
I also forget what I was supposed to do on the computer quite a lot, and find myself here instead.
It is indeed sunny. Oxford is beautiful today, too. Perfect for wandering about taking photos of things/people/stuff, sitting reading a newspaper at an outdoor cafe, etc.
I just hope that when I get old I can remember that it's not senility, I'm just like that.
(I'm kind of serious -- Mom's in her late sixties, and she's like this too, and it's starting to freak her out. I have to keep reminding her that she didn't know where anything in the house was when she was thirty.)
I've been trying to get this across for years now, to my mother above all but also to whomever else, and so that I'll remember it myself. More damage seems to have been done by the fear of losing where you are and what you were doing than any actual inconvenience. And of course, as everybody has testified above, we've all always done this.
I think I'm pretty bad about learning or remembering names, but I don't get them confused. Either I'll call someone by their correct name here in the office, or I'll fumble and guess and hope vainly to hear someone else address them so I don't have to, but I have not called Sue "Jill" or vice versa.
On the other hand, it seems like people confuse my name all the time. My editor calls me Travis relatively often, for a guy who had my job two or three years before me. Or he calls me Simon, for his nephew. I get called Silas half the time by this one guy I know through work. Until earlier this week I thought he had just never heard my name properly in the first place, but then he did call me the correct name, so he doesn't have that excuse any more.
A) I don't confuse the names of things based on physical similarities, but I make a lot of spoonerism-type bloopers based on similar-sounding names, as if my mouth starts pronouncing something before getting all the necessary information from my brain. Yesterday I said "grocery bag" instead of "granola bar".
I do things like say "mailbox" instead of "washcloth". Hey, they're both two-syllable compound nouns with a lot of phonemes and both syllables accented, you know what I'm talking about, get off my case.
B) People often call me by the first-name version of my last name, a problem likely common to Welsh people.
Oh, I get through sentences with a ridiculous number of placeholders: whatchamacalit, thingie, whatsisface, and so on. Something I picked up from my mother is using "Face" as a way to refer to someone whose name escapes me at the moment -- this puzzles other people. I guess the more standard usage is "Face" meaning "Person notable for their attractiveness," and I never mean it that way.
I guess the more standard usage is "Face" meaning "Person notable for their attractiveness,"
I think that's only true for the A-Team.
Also, if you just switch from "face" to "whats-is-face", people will understand you.
I do that too, but not consistently.
Yeah, generic place holder words are useful.
In Scotland, that'd be 'hingmie' [or 'thingmie' or 'thingwie'].
I used to laugh at my brother when he was about 2 and didn't know the words for lots of things. He'd say things like, pointing at something:
'Can I see that wee thingmie?'
I laugh whenever I hear the word "wee" too.
My mom says "whatchamadooch", which I believe is unique to her, which is why I'm anonymizing thsi comment.
http://www.brookmyre.co.uk/short5.htm
Has Brookmyre's definition of hingmy.
"Hoozamaflippit" is popular in my family.
"Yoke" and "yer man/woman" are the local basic equivalents, tho there are more elaborate versions.
Reading this interesting book, I was astonished by what assholes Noel and Liam Gallagher are, but found it somewhat cute that Noel consistently refers to Liam, in interviews, conversations or whatever, as "our kid". Is this common when talking about a younger brother, or specific to lower-class Mancunians, or what?
re: 79
Yeah, I have an Irish friend who always says 'yer man'.
re: 80
It's generic north-west, I think. Manchester and environs. Mostly used, in my experience, by pricks.
Is it specific for someone talking about their younger brother, or is it more general than that?
Younger brother, I believe. Or 'younger relative of mine'. Usually employed in sentences like:
'Our kid is fookin' mad for it, raiiight. People always fookin' midjudge him, an that. But seriously man, once 'e's had a few, man, he's fookin' brilliant. He twatted this lad, right, for lookin' at his pint funneh. Fookin' hilarious' etc
What is awesome about upstate NY, booze-wise: the Finger Lakes wineries.
Damn straight. Some of the best Rieslings outside of Germany. Bums me out that they lack distribution. I can get any number of sweet, bland Pacific Northwest Rieslings at any liquor store around, but have to drive at least to western Mass before I see a single bottle from New York.
I haven't had anything by Saranac in years, but my recollection is that I always found their beers to be odd tasting, and not in a good way. The sort of beers that, if you have them at a party, the next day you find lots of bottles left on tables and counters half full, as people drank them only until the chill masking the taste wore off before going to get a fresh one. I see that the brewery is the same one that makes Utica Club, which doesn't inspire confidence.
When I was first starting to like beer (and first starting to get the hang of Internet forums) I made the mistake of posting an enthusiastic* review of Saranac Black & Tan on a USENET beer group. I was flamed in some of the haughtiest, most dismissive tones I can remember.
* Note -- the review was medium-length but pretty well devoid of any specific descriptive info -- it was like a couple-of-paragraph elaboration of "I like Saranac Black & Tan".
87: PNW Rieslings are generally best avoided. A lot of people planted Riesling and other German/Alsatian varieties back when the common wisdom was that Oregon had too cool a climate for much else. The better wineries either phased it out long ago or never planted it in the first place.
89: Yeah, they're very boring. Sugary, generically floral, simple at best. And really, not that much of a bargain when you consider that there are some very decent QbA Riesling blends from German producers that are only a couple of dollars more (around here, at least.)
This kind of stuff never happens to me -- probably the aluminum in your cookware has precipitated in your brains. By the time you know it's happening, it's usually pretty much too late. Palliative care and close supervision are the only treatment, and living near busy intersections is strongly not advised.