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I confess that the focus issues that prevent me being able to sit and learn things are really giving me a serious inferiority complex and bitterness towards the walking encyclopaedias I am coming across.

I confess that if I have to attach any more PL259 plugs to coaxial cable today I will scream!

move in the peace of knowing that though they be walking exyclopedias, you be pretty

I confess... I find it somewhat reassuring to see someone else who applies some creativity to the naming of his computers; why that is is a thing I cannot pin down just now, but that is a small matter.

I confess, these are the names of my last several computers, both at home and work:

Dubious, Ironic, Cortisol, Nomad, Faust, Oblio, Mach5, Cricket, DarkSecret, Inexorable, Rei, Bizzaro, Goliath, Leeloo, Lugosi…

There are others, many others, but time has caused their names to fade from active memory, and I don't feel like requesting a tape recall just now. The names may mean something or not; there's no real method to this madness, other than I tend to avoid using female names because the connotation makes me nervous for some reason (but that's just me). Rei & Leeloo are the exceptions (I love breaking rules so much, I even break my own); Rei was a dedicated Unreal Tournament server I used to keep at work, pieced together largely from parts cannibalized from discarded computers; Leeloo was an old firewall box that ran OpenBSD.

Good fortune,

- Icarus on Ironic

My looks mean nothing without knowledge.
I hate the thyroid issues and the ADD that are preventing me from just sitting and learning loads so I dont feel like a dense idiot when someone spouts off random facts about everything.

they do it because they wish they were goodlooking, so they overcompensate....

thats why i do it anyway....

No, they learn because they enjoy learning and think it is cool to know endless, pointless facts about everything. I know stuff, but about my specialist interests... not about every damn thing there is to know. Ask me about anatomy, I wouldn't be able to spew out a load of facts. Ask me about politics, I have no interest in politics. Talk to me about the natural habitat of the mountain gorilla, I sure couldn't hold a whole conversation based about it. And I cannot force myself to learn when I have no motivation to...but I used to. Looks mean nothing. Looks don't make you interesting.

I confess, I hope that I'm not contributing to your angst in this area. I just happened to feed coots at a large park lake in Reno where I partly grew up. I favoured them because they were shy and unassuming; I suppose on a subconsious level, they reminded me of myself; everyone seemed to love to feed the ducks and geese, but nobody seemed to pay any mind to the coots. When I'd show up with a bag of breadcrumbs, the mallards and geese would mob me (some of those freaking geese would bite me too! f*****s!), but the small black coots would be too shy to approach. So, I would chase the ducks and geese away, and go feed the little coots.

And, admittedly, animals are one of my special interests. Just ask me about sports; I'll sit and stare blankly at you. <- Seriously, this happening to me has made me feel like quite the alien many times. "Hey! Did you catch the Mariners game last night?" "I'm sorry, are you referencing Coleridge?" "What?" "What?" <blank, vaguely suspicious stares exchanged...>

Good fortune,

- Icarus is a walking Tandy 1000

I love coots. Such funny looking things, and such a strange sounding word.
I am fine when people go on about a special interest, it is those who seem to know everything about everything that piss me off royally.
My problem, not theirs, I am sure, but I mean, how the hell does anyone find time to fit in so much learning anyway?
My thyroid fogged brain ensures I am lucky to retain a page full of information.

I confess, at the grocery store this evening, my mother stopped to point out a miniature, painted pumpkin display, and we ended up rescuing two of them. I ended up walking through the store, holding them at arm's length, contemplating names and talking to them, while my mother finished the shopping (she's beyond being fazed at my behavior). I decided in the parking lot to name one Hamlet; the other, I decided halfway home, would be Madagascar. (I would have liked to name her Ester - because it just fits - but an old friend is named Ester in Spanish class, and while I'm sure she would have been honored (not being sarcastic; that would be something she would like), I don't really want that association to go with her. Therefore, Madagascar it is.)

On the way home, I told my mother, "They're real people, just in pumpkin forms." She said, "Ok." And while I might be being delusional, they feel a lot more "real" to me than most (not all, but most) people do. They're better mannered too.


Hamlet is on the left (he has the red hair); Madagascar is on the right (she has the two tone hair).

I confess i have just today created my very first blog! Its not finished yet but it will be over the next couple of days http://kaldanis.blogspot.com/

I confess, those are the same sorts of ridiculous things that amuse and comfort me, and I may very well have picked them up myself; I'll have to send you a pic of my "dogs playing poker" shirt sometime. Though, I doubt I would have animated them into "real people", for the simple reason that I'm already surrounded by inanimate objects and small creatures (like spikders) who I talk to anyway. Good call. Hamlet is probably my single most favorite work of Wil, and the one I'm most familiar with; and of course Madagascar is where my beloved ring-tails dwell, and my beloved hissing roaches.

What are their personalities like? I hope they're good friends to you, and that they make you feel better. Maybe they can even help you with your essays. <fingers crossed>

Good fortune,

- Icarus still talks to garden spiders and computers

i confes my avatear doesnt really think this sucks

I confess. I don't see the point in my posted wishes in the "Corrupt A Wish" thread when others dis me when I try coming up with ones that are a bit of a challenge to corrupt.

(sigh) Oh well, I just won't bother.

I confess to Almighty Aspie that I now have someone else's cold.