I just read a GQ thread that referenced Catch-22. Thing is … if another poster hadn’t mentioned “Catch-22”, I wouldn’t have remembered the quote. But as soon as I saw “Catch-22”, I had that “OH yeah” feeling.
A couple of hours ago someone said “You guys remember that quote from Star Wars about Luke hitting a <rodent> with his laser from <a very short distance>?”. Oh, yeah, I remembered it; that scene still makes me laugh my ass off. Do I remember the exact quote? Of COURSE not.
Some people can quote movie lyrics. Some people can tell you what song was written by whom and what album it appeared on by what artist in what year. Me? My response? “HE sang that? No kidding?”.
See, I remember stuff. Every now and again that stuff matches up with trivia, and even more rarely that stuff matches up with the conversation at hand.
It’s akin to that feeling you get half an hour after an argument. You know what I mean. Twenty minutes later you slap yourself upside the head and say “Ah, shit, I should’ve said fill in the blank”.
THAT’S why I don’t spend much time in GD or GQ. I know and/or have heard the answers someplace; I just can’t quite … Well, I KNOW that response is wrong. I just can’t think of why, til someone more eloquent comes along and disproves the theory.
What, you want a conclusion? Sheesh. This isn’t GD, ya know 
You’re not alone, it happens to me all the time too. I hate when I’m in the middle of a conversations and I can’t remember the word I want in english and I have to say it in spanish and hope everyone else understands, or or just guess the word. Its a little irksome.
So it’s not just me.
::wipes brow:: phew!
[sub]::goes out whistling and forgets the tune half way through::[/sub]
Was that me? Something about not having new-tech airplane engines because we don’t have airplanes deigned for them because we don’t have any new-tech airplane engines? 
Or was it from the Egyptian cotton thread?
What you have is called CRS (“Can’t Remember Shit”) or CRAFT (“Can’t Remember A Fucking Thing”). My dad said he had that, and that it became worse as he grew older.
sigh
The Egyptian cotton thread, Johnny.
tucks CRAFT away in her brain (hopefully ) for future reference
“It’s not impossible. I used to bull’s-eye womprats in my T-16 back home and they are no bigger than 2 meters.”
Aw, Rach…don’t worry.
You remember all the important things.
Much Love,
Cheri
Actually, the quote is “It’s not impossible. I used to bull’s-eye womprats in my T-16 back home and they’re not much bigger than two meters.”
I know what you mean chique.
I have a similar problem…I only remember stupid shit.
Can I remember my phone number from the house I moved out of when I was seven? Yup. Will I ever call that number? No, of course not (I might accidentally cause a rift in the space-time continuum, destroying the world as we know it by talking to myself as a child, but I digress). Am I sure of the phone number of my current job? No, not really…I think I know it, but I’m not sure if the last digit is a 4 or a 5. Should I know that? Of course I should!
I think my problem is that my brain is full of outdated and useless knowledge, and when I try to learn something new, there is no room to store it. Yeah.
Rose
Yo CHIQUE,
you know marijuana will do that too you also.