If I focus when I listen to the radio or listen to people talk, I see what they’re saying typed out in my head as though I’m reading a book. All the spelling, punctuation, grammar, etc., is in place. Completely useless .
I can draw an accurate floor plan of any building/apt./house I’ve been in more than once. I still remember the layout of my grandmother’s apt. from 30 years ago.
My clients are pretty impressed by my memory. I don’t have a huge caseload, and I take very minimal notes (psychologist) but I can usually remember the name of their dog when they were 5, as well as the names of the people they’ve had relationships with, dreams they had 6 months ago, etc. However, if you introduce yourself to me at a party, I will forget your name in a nanosecond.
I also have to think real hard to tell my right from my left.
Synesthesia. Or so I’m told it’s “cool”. It’s just normal to me. I think everyone probably does it, they just aren’t paying attention. I didn’t even know there was a name for it until I came to the Dope.
My brain does so many other things bass ackwards that it hardly makes up for it, anyway.
I want to shoot laser beams from my eyes or something. That would be super-cool brain power! Or maybe have a brain like an abacus, and do calculations really fast. Or just to be able to remember to buy bread when I go grocery shopping; that wouldn’t just be cool, that’d be really useful.
Baloo or Balloo? Can’t remember, ironically enough.
A lep is a ball.
A korf is a tiger.
A lench is a throne.
A klyown (or however you spell it) is a traffic control officer.
A wogsin is a gift.
A whister is a jar.
A flick is a comb.
A trink is a wastebasket.
I could probably remember more if I tried. Did everyone do this test?
Same here, although I try not to do it anymore because it really messes me up when people speak to me in Spanish (which is now pretty often).
Have you ever considered detective work?
First your Amazing Sex Powers and then synaesthesia? You bastard! Next you’re going to tell me you can leap over tall buildings with a single bound. I’m so jealous.
(Trust me, I’m paying LOTS of attention. Bastard. )
Note that these are the Amazing Sex Powers of Anastasaeon who still owes me a cookie, not of soulmurk. She revealed semi-recently (about December, I believe) in a sex thread that she has sex with her husband four times a day, every day, sometimes more. I would find you a link, but unfortunately I can’t be arsed to search for it.
Hmm, hate to disappoint (or hijack a thread), but not a whole lot I’m afraid. I guess we don’t travel in the same threads very often.
Though it’s all been posted, by you, on these very boards… I can’t help but worry a little that combining it all might be in a grey area of the rules, so I’ll take the precaution of putting it in a spoiler tag.
You’re from San Diego. You attend school. You have a cat(s?). You’re a Chargers fan. You are bi-lingual (Spanish), or at least speak enough to get by, which is probably nice because you’re involved in an inter-racial relationship with a girl from Mexico.
And, I just wanted to add that I do, in fact, have Amazing Sex Powers[sup]TM[/sup], but Anastasaeon is my new hero.
I do that too. Too bad you missed my thread. We coulda had a crossover. I make some original stuff, some stuff based on the work of others. Usually the original stuff involves me. Hero stuff, you know. I can spend days tweaking a battle with some evil guy. I’ve reworked the Star Wars stuff into a 27 episode series (a trilogy of trilogy of trilogies). I particularly liked my Anakin/Obi-Wan battle. I made a series of movies called Valiant and Valiant about the cases the brothers worked on before that 1 crazy toon. It kinda makes me sad that it’s mostly gone and only the barest framework remains for the older stuff.
The best part is that you actually stop seeing what’s in front of you and instead see and hear what you are creating.
I do that when I read too. I see and hear the characters as they move about. My mind instantly filling in that which is not provided by the author. At least once they’ve shouted so clearly I looked around to see who did it before I realize it had only been in my head.
I can instantly solve anagrams in my head in the time it takes to read them: years of practice from doing cryptic crosswords, I guess, but I’ll see “Roman Capitol” written down and my mind will convert it to “proclamation” without me even thinking about it.
Once you tell me your name, 9 times out of ten I’ll remember it.
That was more of a conscious decision, though. I decided that I was going to start remembering people’s names one day, since I was pretty terrible at it up until that point.
I also remember anything I hear in song form, and any dirty mnemonic (such as the famously dirty one for cranial nerves).
That’s the one. My high school bio teacher taught me a really dirty mnemonic about King Phillip and his love of little girls, though, for that. Maybe even little fat girls. And I think he was chasing them. But I’m pretty sure they weren’t Old. They were definitely young girls.
The same teacher taught me a mnemonic for the DNA monomers (Teaching Assistant at Grossmont College) that works great now that I attend Grossmont College, and I teach it to all of my classmates.
Funny thing–back when I took his class, I was convinced that (1) I would remember the King Phillip one forever and (2) there was no way on earth I was ever going to stoop so low as to go to Grossmont College and (3) I would never remember the Grossmont College mnemonic. Ah, how things change.
I too can stop hiccups with the power of my mind. My husband is sooo envious.
I’ve recently discovered I can sing a song while paying no conscious attention to what I’m doing and thinking deeply about other things. I zone out similarly while driving, too. Nothing quite like “waking up” and wondering how you got ten miles down the highway without noticing.
In fact, I can pretty much tune out reality and focus so powerfully that I’m unaware of all else. However, this has never stopped me from having a conversation with someone at the same time. So many fights of my teenage years were generated when my mom told me to do something while I was reading, and I “agreed,” then failed to do it.
You know how NPR plays the same segments twice over during Morning Edition, once for early risers and once for later ones? If I’ve heard it the first time, then hear it again, I can precisely recall what I was doing while listening the first time, even if the memory of the activity had for all other purposes disappeared. Sometimes it works with songs, too.
This is kind of like the first time I had sex (well, the first day I had sex), and I thought I broke the condom, and the next thing I knew I had driven all the way across town (Scripps Ranch to Pacific Beach) to my friend’s house to get Plan B pills for the lady. Looking back I’m pretty sure the condom didn’t break, and the white stuff I saw on the outside of the black condom was just her juices. Oh well.
I read really, really, really fast. I can get through a three hundred page book in three hours if I concentrate. This is actually a very useful skill at work.
I do that too! It’s always taken me ages to get to sleep, so I’d lie awake and daydream. In kindergarten I went on a series of adventures with Woody Woodpecker. Horrible adventures, when I think about them - he was being starved and beaten, I’d have to rescue him and then we had to make our way stealthily accross America (which looked like the backgrounds to the Roadrunner cartoons), all the while searching for cactus juice to heal his wing. Eventually we got to Toon Town, (it’s a suburb of LA, you know). I can’t remember what happened next. I haven’t thought of that in years. What a strange little grl I was.
I’ve stopped worrying about growing out of it. I still talk to myself: if I can’t shake that, an incredibly complex post-apocalyptic world and its assorted rebels, soldiers, religious sects & mystics are unlikely to fall out of my brain anytime soon.
(On preview, Hi Fern Forest! I saw the thread you started, but only after it’d been dead for a few days. Annoying, because it was a great thread)
Other than an overactive imagination, I got nothing. Well, I’ve got retail eyes - I can find books on shelves that people swear they’ve looked very carefully through. That’s nothing compared to Amazing Sex Powers however. Stupid brain.
[ignorance fighting mini-hijack] The plural of opus, believe it or not, is opera. So now you know where [ithat* came from. [/ignorance-fighting mini-hijack]
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