How much Hermann Rorschach looked like Brad Pitt… or my dad as a butterfly fighting a phallic object.
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Doom II (1995) and Command and Conquer (1995) are probably the games I enjoyed the most. However, Zak McKracken, The Day of the Tentacle, and Morrowind are probably the games that impacted me the most.
Go figure.
Go figure.
How - or where - do you draw a (or the) distinction between something you enjoyed and something that had an impact on you in the context of gaming?
I'd say that the former is more of pure entertaining and fun, while the latter made me with a concept, an idea, and has an added nostalgic element to it.
Sounds like "made Halloween costumes of the characters" to me.
Figuring out how to get through 38 movies by Christmas Eve. Dramas, comedies, action and mystery.
[doublepost=1544233876][/doublepost]And on the other front: I'm usually never sure whether people like that are serious. I've only run across a handful of people like that individual even since the early days of BBS or UseNets. And when I do, I simply think they're being a clown on purpose. Maybe I subconsciously avoid weird people. Who knows.
[doublepost=1544233876][/doublepost]And on the other front: I'm usually never sure whether people like that are serious. I've only run across a handful of people like that individual even since the early days of BBS or UseNets. And when I do, I simply think they're being a clown on purpose. Maybe I subconsciously avoid weird people. Who knows.
Being unable to think of topics of conversation with my dad these last few years. And now that he's passed away, having a million questions about his life before me that will never be answered.
Now, armed with that experience, I'm determined not to let the same thing happen with my mom. And yet it's happening. I can't think of anything to ask about her life before me. It's like a weird mental block and I don't understand it.
Now, armed with that experience, I'm determined not to let the same thing happen with my mom. And yet it's happening. I can't think of anything to ask about her life before me. It's like a weird mental block and I don't understand it.
Sorry to hear about the situation with your mom. Maybe start with something you both enjoy and segue into those questions?
Me trying to come out of being angry at myself over work related snafus.
Let out some steam by sitting to watch a movie with a big bag of sugar free candy?
What did she like to do - what were her hobbies, interests? What did she have fun doing? Does she still do any of this?
Did she like school? Did she go back to school (as mine did, in her 40s, to get a degree)?
Are you similar in any way? Have you similar characteristics, or interests?
Ask her what it is like being a woman, and how has that had an effect on her life.
I think you may have difficulty in seeing her as someone other than your mom, - sometimes children do - someone who had a different identity and interests, separate from you, who has her own life and character and interests.
Travel - before my mother lost her mind to dementia, we talked endlessly of travel (she loved travelling, as do I), plays, books, politics (we were both passionately interested in politics), history, these were areas of common interest.
But, she has had different common interests with my siblings (apart from politics - we all talk about politics).
And to my brother she talked movies, (which interested him), various TV series that she liked (with both brothers), and sport with my other brother (an interest they both shared).
Do you cook? Offer to prepare meals with her?
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After reading the post quoted below, I'm thinking about interviewing my grandmother when I was in 6th grade. I think I still have the micro cassette floating around somewhere (we didn't have to record the interviews, but iPods were still expensive and I picked up a tape recorder with my allowance).
It was the first time I got the impression that the past was blocked off from me like paint beneath a varnish coating applied for preservation. Only able to build more layers of paint and varnish, I felt as though I was being inexorably pushed in one direction along an invisible axis.
Later, when I'd read Slaughter House Five, I'd become interested in trying visualize things as Tralfamadorians would see them by swapping out one spatial dimension with time. Iit's sort of how books and comics already work; your (English) eyes move from left to right, top to bottom through time.
Anyway, in the interest of eating up your bandwidth when this page is loaded, here's a Tralfamadorian selfie:
It was the first time I got the impression that the past was blocked off from me like paint beneath a varnish coating applied for preservation. Only able to build more layers of paint and varnish, I felt as though I was being inexorably pushed in one direction along an invisible axis.
Later, when I'd read Slaughter House Five, I'd become interested in trying visualize things as Tralfamadorians would see them by swapping out one spatial dimension with time. Iit's sort of how books and comics already work; your (English) eyes move from left to right, top to bottom through time.
Anyway, in the interest of eating up your bandwidth when this page is loaded, here's a Tralfamadorian selfie:
You can probably ask her some of the millions of questions you have for your father—both about herself and if she knows what he might've said. You might get two million answers.
My mother used to be delighted when I asked her questions about her life at her (posh) boarding school (where she was games captain and deputy head girl, though that wasn't what she talked about; she discussed the tedious food - she went off to school during the middle of the second world war, the transport constraints, travelling to games, school dances, her friends from that time, her teachers who deplored what they considered to be their - the students' - complete lack of culture, I remember how she quoted her teacher (of English) saying to them with lofty disdain and outright disbelief, "imagine thinking that you are cultured if you haven't read Hamlet"), or her life as a young woman before she met my father, or when dating my father.
Ask questions that signal you understand that they have an identity that is not confined to that of "Mother" (which can be fiercely constricting and limiting). Ask her about what she thinks - about something in which she or you may have an interest - and what she likes. (And why).
Until her dementia kicked in, I rarely asked her what my father (who had died) would think; she wasn't interested in that - she missed him dearly, but she did not want to talk about him, or be seen as a bridge to discussions about him. His death was too raw, and I believe that she never fully got over it.
Instead, I discuss him with my brothers, or I would make a remark about him; she preferred to be asked about herself - and that is what I would recommend, because it means you see her as a person in her own right.
Ask questions that signal you understand that they have an identity that is not confined to that of "Mother" (which can be fiercely constricting and limiting). Ask her about what she thinks - about something in which she or you may have an interest - and what she likes. (And why).
Until her dementia kicked in, I rarely asked her what my father (who had died) would think; she wasn't interested in that - she missed him dearly, but she did not want to talk about him, or be seen as a bridge to discussions about him. His death was too raw, and I believe that she never fully got over it.
Instead, I discuss him with my brothers, or I would make a remark about him; she preferred to be asked about herself - and that is what I would recommend, because it means you see her as a person in her own right.
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Before my mother died I bought a nicely bound blank book and wrote every question imaginable across the top of the pages.
How did you get your name?
What is your favorite color, flower, month, season?
What was your favorite pastime as a child?
When did you first go to church; what was your earliest memories; what was your favorite scripture? (Mom was a devout Lutheran.)
What did grandpa and grandma do for work; how did they spend their day?
What are a few of the most important lessons you have learned in life.
Tell me about your first job.
And they went on and on.
I gave it to her for Mother’s Day a couple decades before she died. Over the years she periodically wrote her answers eventually completing maybe 50% of them. They were her stories in her own words.
Example...
Describe your childhood bedroom and what you could see from its window.
How did you get your name?
What is your favorite color, flower, month, season?
What was your favorite pastime as a child?
When did you first go to church; what was your earliest memories; what was your favorite scripture? (Mom was a devout Lutheran.)
What did grandpa and grandma do for work; how did they spend their day?
What are a few of the most important lessons you have learned in life.
Tell me about your first job.
And they went on and on.
I gave it to her for Mother’s Day a couple decades before she died. Over the years she periodically wrote her answers eventually completing maybe 50% of them. They were her stories in her own words.
Example...
Describe your childhood bedroom and what you could see from its window.
That is wonderful. A really lovely idea and an absolutely terrific story.
Wish I had done something similar with my mom before she lost her mind and memories to dementia.
Preparing dinner has been on my mind this afternoon; a version of the Spanish fish casserole dish I prepared last week, with hake rather than monkfish, and anchovies added to the bed of potatoes, onions, pepper, garlic, and tomatoes, drizzled in olive oil and seasoned with sea salt and freshly ground black pepper and smoked sweet paprika (Pimenton); stock and a glass of white wine (Chablis) have now been added.
Well, that's equal parts brilliant and heartwarming.
I wonder why AT&T uses Newgistics to handle their shipping. Worst shipping service ever. I just bought an iPhone XS and traded in my 8 plus. Sent the old one back on 11/27 using the shipping label they provided and followed their instructions to a T.
I then get a text on 12/5 saying AT&T has not received my old phone yet and will charge me the $300 balance by today (12/8).
Looked up shipping info on Newgistics website and it says it is still in transit. Shipped it from Arizona on 11/27. Tracking has not been updated since the 12/5. It's in transit in Grapevine TX, 25 miles from the reported destination in San Antonio, TX.
This is the second time this has happened using the same stupid service and have had to call AT&T and complain, and negotiate, and deal with their clueless reps. So frustrating.
Other than that everything is great!
I then get a text on 12/5 saying AT&T has not received my old phone yet and will charge me the $300 balance by today (12/8).
Looked up shipping info on Newgistics website and it says it is still in transit. Shipped it from Arizona on 11/27. Tracking has not been updated since the 12/5. It's in transit in Grapevine TX, 25 miles from the reported destination in San Antonio, TX.
This is the second time this has happened using the same stupid service and have had to call AT&T and complain, and negotiate, and deal with their clueless reps. So frustrating.
Other than that everything is great!
I did the AT&T - Newgistics thing once and that was enough! This was a couple of years ago and I decided to trade in my iPhone 7 Plus when I was getting the iPhone X......and dutifully followed all of the instructions and waited anxiously for word that the phone had arrived at its destination. Time went by....and by..... FINALLY I did get the notification that they had received the phone and that all was fine, but after that I decided to go back to my earlier method of handling NEXT, which is to pay off the iPhone in full at the 11th or 12th month point and then it is mine to do with as I wish, whether it is to keep it, sell or trade it in at the Apple retail store at the time of purchasing a new iPhone, whatever. Much easier on my nerves!!
My iPhone XR Red came today, didn't expected it until Monday. That was less then 24hrs.
But case from UK that I ordered at same time don't come until Monday. So naked phone over the weekend,
Really impressed with the sound on this one too. MBA2018 sound totally amazing.
Will be a bigger pleasure to wake up to the early morning Ashtanga classes now
I love the phone already, will be no problem to get use too the size
It's soooo speedy.
But case from UK that I ordered at same time don't come until Monday. So naked phone over the weekend,
Really impressed with the sound on this one too. MBA2018 sound totally amazing.
Will be a bigger pleasure to wake up to the early morning Ashtanga classes now
I love the phone already, will be no problem to get use too the size
It's soooo speedy.
This is the start of the first time since May of this year where I am able to take a full week off of work. It's been a hell of a year for me, but a good year - just super busy.
With the week off I am hoping to make significant progress on my [second] book and maybe even get close to finishing the first draft. Right now I'm taking a writing break for dinner which has just come out of the oven. But I am about to finish off a section on TACP, or tactical air control party, which was one of my primary duties in the US Marines.
With the week off I am hoping to make significant progress on my [second] book and maybe even get close to finishing the first draft. Right now I'm taking a writing break for dinner which has just come out of the oven. But I am about to finish off a section on TACP, or tactical air control party, which was one of my primary duties in the US Marines.
And don't forget the side-takers on the matter of autocorrection.... I always thought it was just about levels of being embarrassed -- over my own typos or else over Apple's wacko decisions on my behalf. But at least far I've managed to escape getting busted for what Apple thought I meant.
Why does Apple make:
- Fat watches but thin phones?
(A thin watch would look better, a fat phone would be better to hold.)
- Phones with rounded edges and iPads with squared edges?
(Rounded edges make it make it hard to grip in one hand, and one would not hold an iPad in one hand.)
- Fat watches but thin phones?
(A thin watch would look better, a fat phone would be better to hold.)
- Phones with rounded edges and iPads with squared edges?
(Rounded edges make it make it hard to grip in one hand, and one would not hold an iPad in one hand.)
Wow, I really need a bright yellow shirt like that with "NSA" stitched on the right side. I already have the glasses and convertible laser pointer. I've even got a pocket protector in one of my desk drawers (not shown in picture, because it's a derogatory stereotype).
I'm working on the hair. Well, technically, the localized lack thereof.
You can probably ask her some of the millions of questions you have for your father—both about herself and if she knows what he might've said. You might get two million answers.
As long as you ask in English, not Tralfamadorian.
The latter would likely result in a completely different set of responses!
Edit: Ok, turns out I was actually recalling Margoan, from the planet Margo, as described in the encounter with the space traveler Zog in Breakfast of Champions.
My bad. So it goes.
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