In the NY area, it’s rained virtually every day for the past month. So I’ve been reminded of how I still can’t figure out how to enter my car without getting wet.
I carry one of those long umbrellas. In order for me to enter my car, I either have close the umbrella first and slide it across the floor (so the seats don’t get wet), and then sit. Or I sit first, then close the umbrella (holding it outside the car), and then move it over my lap to the passenger seat floor. The former option gets me wet because I get rained on for a few seconds. The latter option involves water from the umbrella dripping on me while I transfer it to the passenger seat aide. A 3rd option is sitting first, closing the umbrella, and then moving it below my feet, thereby only dripping on the floor. But this requires one of those mini umbrellas, which do a bad job of keeping you dry in the rain anyway.
Another example is how to put on a relatively tight-fitting jacket over a long sleeve shirt without having the shirt sleeves roll up underneath. If the shirt sleeves are long enough, I can use my hand to hold them in place while I put the coat on. If not, then I have put the jacket on, then use opposite hands to reach through each jacket sleeve opening and pull down the shirt sleeve back in place. Awkward, in either case. The latter is especially irritating because it destroys the meticulous ironing that I most likely just completed.
I don’t understand the problem with umbrella option #3. Even a golf umbrella, closed, isn’t any bigger around than a mini.
I’ve been badly using a gas-powered grass trimmer for several years, and I’m still breaking the strings off before it’s used up. And start the thing in two pulls? Pfffft!
I finally talked my wife into getting some little drives for backing up the home PC, but she’s reluctant to actually do the backup. I can understand a computer glump like me being spooked about it, but she’s her office’s alpha geek. Others tell me it’s quick, and easy as starting a grass trimmer. :smack:
I have a degree in the biological sciences. I have six years of experience working in molecular oncology, and I am now working on a PhD in molecular biology at an Ivy League university. And yet, at least three times a week, I find myself muttering “righty tighty, lefty loosey”.
When I was a child, I was allowed to leave school to go on a longish trip with my grandma as long as I kept up with my lessons (the school sent homework I had to do to keep up with what was being taught in class). I was drilled by rote with the multiplication table every day for an hour - "5 times 5 is 25, 5 times 6 is 30, 5 times 7 is 35…). Yet I left high school still counting on my fingers. So here it is, decades later, and yes, I’m STILL counting on my fingers. WTF? Is there a dead spot in my brain in regards to math?
And I get “lessons” on using the computer - how to do attachments, how to make the sound louder, short cuts, how to do this or that. I look interested and nod, and left to my own devices, turn on the machine. Surf. Check my mail. Turn off the machine. That’s all I can do!
I was ridiculed on another board because I honestly have to count up the months to figure out the “number.”
Also, I’ve been playing music for 16 years now and I still can’t name off intervals nor list out all the notes of a scale. I can PLAY any scale you wanted just because my fingers know the relationship, but hell if my head does.
I can’t do math beyond algebra. Actually, I can’t do algebra either. Just something about variables just doesn’t grok into my brain.
I have no aesthetic sense. I will wear things my girlfriend picks out because she says I look good in them, and I’ll continue wearing them but only because somebody said that that’s ‘fashion’. I can cook food that tastes delicious, but presentation is something not unlike the high school cafeteria fare. I drove her mad with frustration when we were trying to pick out colors for the walls in my new house.
:dubious:“oooo what do you think between these purples?”
“I see three purples and two blues. They all looks the same”
:dubious:“What about these greens?”
“It’s five shades of the same thing, really.”
:dubious:“NO, they’re all different.”
:o “I really don’t care what color the walls are, just not this awful beige.”
:mad:“You do care, this is your living space, it has to agree with my personality.”
:o “My personality doesn’t care what color the walls are, as long as it’s not beige.”
:mad:“sigh Why don’t me and your mom pick something?”
YES THANK YOU!!! I realize this kinda makes me sound like a pushover, but in reality it’s because I know who’s the experts in some matters and I just let them do what they do best.
Loyalty to sports teams. I can’t figure out the sense of it. It’s clearly meaningless and arbitrary, and yet people cling to it like it’s their lifeblood.
On a related note, I also don’t know why the 1966 Cup Final matters in this modern age.
I’m 30 years old, I have a BA in English, have a good job, and spend my spare time writing and editing. When I was in college, I worked in a bookstore and had to spend hours upon hours shelving the new books that came in that morning.
GHIJK <---- I still have to say this part of the alphabet in my head if I’m alphabetizing something.
I was tempted to answer this, but it would probably end up as a hijack of epic proportions. Start a CS thread and I’ll be happy to try and confuse you.
“I see three purples and two blues. They all looks the same”