Hyperphantasia. I had to look that up. While it is pretty descriptive of my inner world, I don’t think I would ever self-identify as that. Feels… a little much.

I find the whole concept of cognitive styles fascinating and I think there is a trade off. While the advent of reading is certainly a great thing, I think for many it has shrunk a part of the brain that processes speech. Prior to books, if you needed to know something you had better listen close, comprehend it quickly, and be damned sure you remembered it because there may not be a second chance.

That’s wild, I am the complete opposite.

When I read my mind takes what I am reading and provides a rich imaginatory backdrop replete with emotional undertones that unfolds and plays out as the words become concepts and the concepts link together in context to the plot/scenario/etc. It’s like a combination of a movie and playing make-believe in real time. It doesn’t seem to require any particular effort, it just happens automatically.

Except with math heavy subjects, I can usually get the gist of any topic by reading about it.

Conversely, I can barely follow audio instructions or explanations at all. Having something explained by a friend is fine, lots of back and forth until it clicks. Casual listening, like a fiction book, is fine.

Anything else and I get a little lost halfway through, usually trying to remember the first thing that was said.

Being at work is torture because I’m nodding along with the boss but I usually don’t know what the heck he’s talking about if he’s trying to explain something complex. Just let me read the documentation, bro.

She was extremely entertainment savvy. She had a 6th sense in knowing how and when to grab the spotlight, how to cause an uproar, and ride it until it died down. Then it was on to the next transformation.

Even if you didn’t like her, she made sure you were paying attention to her.

I was more of a heavy metal, alt and industrial fan, but I give credit where it’s due. She played the game masterfully.

No. But I wasn’t doing anything particularly complex, just a LAMP stack server for some game forums. Think I had a Dell desktop. Was a dishwasher at the time.

Took a few days fumbling through tutorials but I eventually got it up and running. Repeated that a few times over the years, once to host a blog, stuff like that.

Would like to get into it again but all I have now is a tablet.

Ah, a fellow controls guy out in the wild.

I was curious so I just looked it up. Very surprised to find out Nana Visitor is 5’8. Just goes to show how tall the cast was on average.

You show some respect to Michael J. Anderson.

Not only was he an excellent actor, he worked for NASA. Not bad for a guy who’s only 3 foot 7.

And, he was, in fact in Star Trek. Deep Space Nine, as Rumplestiltskin, appropriately.

Nah, sappy yes, but I only laid it on thick in response to the OP who been spamming misogynistic boomer jokes.

Bro oughta take that shit somewhere else.

That’s not the face I’d make.

It would be a face of mild amusement and care as I pulled her into my arms to tell her:

“Yes, baby, I’d love you even if you were a doorknob. You’d be the most beautiful doorknob in the world to me. I’d even have to hire a butler to open all the doors in front of me because you would be the only doorknob I’d ever want to hold in my hand.”

Because at the end of the day, coming home to reassure the person you love is a simple and gracious act and is worth every hour of any 14 hour shift.

Right? I might have poured out a bottle of beer into the toilet in an ill considered act of abolition, but drugs are expensive.

Every night, baby!

I’m grinding so hard, I cleared the sigmoid with 3 fingers in 20 minutes and just one pain killer.

No, I won’t.

Fuck your “reason”, people covet their own logical prowess but in reality they didn’t come to their views on their own nor their way of seeing things on their own. In fact, it’s a weakness borrowed from others, based on flawed methodology and is what got you into the situation you’re in now.

I ain’t teaching a class, believe me or don’t, I dgaf.

99% of people are mostly interested in confirming their own myopic view, to the degree that they will commit violence to ensure it. If someone reaches out a hand, I will grab it, but that’s exceedingly rare and it’s not my day job to fish randos out of their own ignorance un-asked.

Do you drink your coffee black?

No

For real. I have to travel often for work, which means driving through big cities, little towns and the countryside. If someone never got on the internet, they’d never think things are like the way they sound online. Especially in the rural areas but even in most areas in towns. Houses are all within 50 years of age, all the cars and trucks are new. Crops are growing, streets are being worked on, society is humming right along. Average people seem to be doing just fine.

There’s definitely a corrosion in the fabric of society but when people wonder how the “other side” can vote the way they do, especially in light of xyz, they don’t realize that for many folks their perception of the current state of events is significantly reinforced by their day to day living, which is going reasonably well.

Is it going to stay that way? Maybe. Probably not. But you can’t convince people who are doing well that they need to change their outlook for some imagined future.

Blink twice if Mrs. Baseball is in the room with you now.

Don’t jump to conclusions, it’s probably just a drug deal.

Wera makes a ratchet-hammer. I don’t know how to post pictures here but you can look it up. It’s an abomination but apparently people like it.

The magic one for sure. I have no doubt that I would not only recover my memories of past lives but would ascend to much greater heights, perhaps grasping immortality itself.

All the amazing adventures to bizarre worlds await.

With dimensional and time travel, shapeshifting, I might even come back to this world. Maybe I’d turn my other self into newt and take his place. Or imbue him with forbidden knowledge and power. Or take him with me. Or maybe we’d just end up having a bunch of freaky shifting magic sex.

“Hey me, it’s you, from a world of magic. I’m here to rescue you.”

“Wow, how unexpected. Also, you’re hot.”

“Baby, I’m about to blow your mind.”

It is, but it’s the functional kind. And the landlord doesn’t give a fuck about your problems so you got turn life’s lemons into lemon pepper chicken to pay that rent.