HO-LY BUCKETS, :blink: I have put off posting here for too long. (Don’t get me wrong; I LOVE the questions.
) Lemme get to them one by one, in order of post date:
Does Sasquatch sleep in his basket or has he commandered your bed yet?
I try to keep Sasquatch out of my room because of his habit of jumping onto things, climbing stacks of stuff, and knocking knickknacks over. There’s A LOT of stuff in my room (remember my list of collections?), and on the few occasions he’s been in there, he’s generally tended to make a mess.
So as of yet he hasn't had a chance to steal my bed.
As far as I know, Sasquatch usually sleeps in my sister's room. (We have one of those upholstered tree/tower/jungle gym thingies for cats in there, with a number of little dens and basket-shaped platforms he apparently likes to use as beds.) He does sleep on my parents' and sister's beds every now and then, though from what they tell me he's not particularly intrusive. (Our last cat, by comparison, would nap in just about any spot she found comfortable. My mother tells me that on several mornings she woke up to find the cat asleep on her head.
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What's the weirdest thing you've ever seen?
Wow...I'm completely drawing a blank. :blink:
It's a pretty broad question, and I'm not so good at isolating superlative examples of things. (Also, look two questions down; you’ll see why I’m having trouble coming up with something.
) Do you mean the weirdest thing I’ve directly experienced, as opposed to, for example, the weirdest thing I’ve seen a picture of in a book? You can certainly post variations on this question if you like in the hopes that I can provide a more specific answer. At the moment, one thing that springs to mind as an example of extreme weirdness are some of the facial contortions my brothers and sister have proven capable of performing.
(And me too, for that matter,
especially when pressed up against glass.
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Since being an Aspie you probably know all about obsessions that consume, so I was wondering what was your longest running obsession/passion that you have or had?
Ooh, tricky one. My obsessions tend to come and go in a pattern that I cannot predict. Usually when my interests “fade”, they do not vanish altogether, but merely revert to lying beneath my immediate notice. I liken the scenario to bobbing for apples in a bucket whose diameter only permits a few apples to float at the very surface at any one time (though it is deep enough to hold a large number of them). The layer of apples at the top of the bucket corresponds to the subjects I am obsessed with at a given time, while the majority underneath represent my “dormant” interests. However, any one of the apples below the surface can bob into view if one of those previously at the top is pushed down (equating to loss of interest in a subject), or entirely new apples can be thrown in (becoming interested in something I have never been interested in before). Certainly some of my obsessions stay at the top longer than others, but I often don’t even notice when one of them slips out of sight, and I can’t begin to estimate which interests have remained on top for the longest periods. However, the oldest interests I remember having (all of which remain with me at some degree of intensity to this day) involved bats, dinosaurs, crocodiles, sharks, and cats (including wild cats, especially jaguars). Those interests began in preschool or earlier.
Also do you have a good memory or a bad memory?
I have a good memory for some things, a horrendously bad memory for other things. Usually my good memory is tied to something I am passionate about (for instance, prehistoric animals, or LBT).
My memory often seems to run on a “use it or lose it” principle. For example, when I was taking Spanish in grade school, I was relatively good at memorizing words in the language, and even writing simple sentences (though I never figured out how to conjugate verbs
). Now that it’s been years since I’ve taken a Spanish class, however, it’s almost impossible for me to spontaneously recall anything I learned from them, apart from a number of vocabulary words.
I also seem to have a recognitive memory: for example, I couldn’t tell you the family car’s license plate number off the top of my head, but if I were walking through a parking lot looking for the car, I could identify it by its license plate immediately.
How do you think I can contribute to the Gang of Five more, so that I can be seen as of more value to the community then a weekly story-teller?
You seem to be very good at reviewing fanfictions. The thoughts and suggestions I’ve seen you give for
Twilight Valley, for instance, are very thorough and well-put. I also know that you are an expert at devising names for characters that are meaningful and/or appropriate for the individual, in addition to sounding good. You’d be a great help to members who are looking for names for their OCs. You seem to be pretty good at starting and participating in discussions involving LBT as well.
Do you believe you are a confident person?
Definitely not. I have SEVERE self-esteem issues.
*I swear by my sideburns, that joke was TOTALLY unintentional.
Do you wear any sideburns by which you can swear?
Well, yes and no, I guess, depending on whether or not you believe that sideburns, by definition, cease to be sideburns if there is any hair connecting one to the other at the chin. The whiskers on the sides of my face are very bushy, and extend rather far inwards from either side. Personally, I consider them sideburns.
I also used to have two patches of hair directly above and in front of my ears that I accidentally allowed to grow out (I always told the barber to stay away from my sideburns because I wanted big, bushy ones
:). One day my brother and I noticed their prominence and the fact that they were curling upwards, and we dubbed them “bullhorn sideburns”, which I wore proudly from then on as my own unique hairstyle. Trouble was, I had to get them trimmed every now and again, whenever they started to grow so long and curly that people would ask me if I was a Jewish rabbi,
One day the dang barber lopped one off completely, and on subsequent occasions when I got my hair cut, the hair in that spot kept on getting cut along with the rest, so it wasn't able to grow back. <_< Eventually the other bullhorn sideburn got cut off as well, and now I'm working on growing both back. So if the presence of a beard automatically renders sideburns nonexistent, you could say that I was swearing on these, saying that I would cut them off again on purpose if I was lying.
