As a thriving 78 year old I take a lot of pills to keep thriving. Currently 13 different ones including vitamins, all of various sizes and weights. My weekly contest while filling my daily pill dispenser is to pour the exact amount - 7 or 14 depending -- into my hand for distribution into the day and night dispensers without any counting. I've gotten reasonably good at it, hitting the correct number (or maybe just one off) about half of the time.
In 10th & 11th grade I took the typing classes because I thought Mrs Ottaviani was good looking. I took to the rote memorization of the home keys. Walking home from school, I began to mentally type words I would see on billboards, signs, license plates, etc. to the point where I got annoyed with my brain because I couldn’t enjoy anything because of the incessant practicing of the strokes in my head.
And buster when Mrs O showed us the upgrade to electric typewriters I couldn’t be stopped. No students could come close to my speed and accuracy, so good I began challenging teachers to type offs.
My precisionstory is I unlock my apartment perfectly while in stride, removing my keys from my pocket, selecting the correct key, and inserting it into the door so I can turn the key/open the door with out stopping.
Thanks for the shout out! My contributes are humble compared to some you've shared. That NZ bridge sign is terrific.
There are a couple of books from the 80s by a writer named Judy Reiser that are full of this kind of quirky behavior: "And I Thought I Was Crazy! Quirks, Idiosyncrasies and Meshugaas" and "Admit It, You're Crazy! Quirks, Idiosyncrasies, and Irrational Behavior".
You read along about people who won't take the top paper off the stack or face all their dollar bills a certain way and laugh till you get to one where you realize you're thinking "that's not the way to organize your silverway! what's wrong with this person?" I treasure my copies.
Paul, I was expecting a sarcastic-ish joke when I first skimmed your opening sentence as “My friend AI (artificial intelligence)…Facebook…” I had to focus and go back to look carefully to see if you typed “Al” or “AI” (can’t tell the difference, can you 🤔).
I often have this go through my mind quickly when I shorten my son Alec’s name to “Al” in a text.
That makes me wonder about other names / words that get mixed up due to font usage!
I haven't explored it, but I definitely thought about it as I wrote that sentence. Considered changing Al's name to Jim or something like that, to avoid confusion! Must be a tough time to be named Al -- maybe I'll look into that!
As a thriving 78 year old I take a lot of pills to keep thriving. Currently 13 different ones including vitamins, all of various sizes and weights. My weekly contest while filling my daily pill dispenser is to pour the exact amount - 7 or 14 depending -- into my hand for distribution into the day and night dispensers without any counting. I've gotten reasonably good at it, hitting the correct number (or maybe just one off) about half of the time.
I never try but when it happens... mmph! SO satisfying!
I love the feeling you get, going through 9, 10, 11 when you realize it might, no... it IS going to happen!
In 10th & 11th grade I took the typing classes because I thought Mrs Ottaviani was good looking. I took to the rote memorization of the home keys. Walking home from school, I began to mentally type words I would see on billboards, signs, license plates, etc. to the point where I got annoyed with my brain because I couldn’t enjoy anything because of the incessant practicing of the strokes in my head.
And buster when Mrs O showed us the upgrade to electric typewriters I couldn’t be stopped. No students could come close to my speed and accuracy, so good I began challenging teachers to type offs.
I have a friend who would type along on her leg during boring presentations.
Yup. Drove me crazy.
My precisionstory is I unlock my apartment perfectly while in stride, removing my keys from my pocket, selecting the correct key, and inserting it into the door so I can turn the key/open the door with out stopping.
Who DOESN’T adjust an analog watch while looking at a computer clock, trying to push the screw in at exactly the right time?
Thanks for the shout out! My contributes are humble compared to some you've shared. That NZ bridge sign is terrific.
There are a couple of books from the 80s by a writer named Judy Reiser that are full of this kind of quirky behavior: "And I Thought I Was Crazy! Quirks, Idiosyncrasies and Meshugaas" and "Admit It, You're Crazy! Quirks, Idiosyncrasies, and Irrational Behavior".
You read along about people who won't take the top paper off the stack or face all their dollar bills a certain way and laugh till you get to one where you realize you're thinking "that's not the way to organize your silverway! what's wrong with this person?" I treasure my copies.
Paul, I was expecting a sarcastic-ish joke when I first skimmed your opening sentence as “My friend AI (artificial intelligence)…Facebook…” I had to focus and go back to look carefully to see if you typed “Al” or “AI” (can’t tell the difference, can you 🤔).
I often have this go through my mind quickly when I shorten my son Alec’s name to “Al” in a text.
That makes me wonder about other names / words that get mixed up due to font usage!
Have you explored this before?
I haven't explored it, but I definitely thought about it as I wrote that sentence. Considered changing Al's name to Jim or something like that, to avoid confusion! Must be a tough time to be named Al -- maybe I'll look into that!
Ooh boy. Names that have gotten tough lately. Al, Alexa, Karen…
Jim…
Is it just me or does the level of violence escalate towards the female stick figure? She gets a bat to the head!
I thought that.