Time
This is boring and although I felt like writing it that doesn't mean I need anyone to read it.

I still miss Game Neverending a bit even though I never really got to play. That's how I got to Flickr - one day they said GNE was being scrapped, but HEY! Take a look at our new photo-y-type thing! I think that was in... what... 2004 maybe. GNE was so... wry and complex and funny... too bad it poofed.

I'm not really time-based, in part from early training. The separation wrought by time/space was something we, as a family, chose not to be part of. I did recently-ish relate how someone I hadn't seen for ten years rang me and said, "Where exactly is your house," and I said, "Are you visiting soon?" and she said, "We are on your road but we can't find the number." It never feels to me like there has been an interval; I can pick up where I left off with no trouble. I find however that people who are time-based (i.e. everyone else) attempt to corral me in their own reality, which is sad.

I realised lately, though, that once something is said it's as if a peg goes in a hole and I think that's it. SJ was over here in January (right now she's at the Corcoran in Washington D.C. installing a Maya Lin exhibit o.O) and said something about trolls. I said (thinking she meant garden gnomes), "I don't like trolls," and she said "I meant gnomes," and I said, "I don't like gnomes." I wondered why she thought I did since we had had a conversation in my kitchen one Christmas when she and Michael saw a gnome xmas card sent to me by the Monsters. I said, "They think I like gnomes but I don't," and SJ went all peculiar and said, "We thought you did TOO," and gave me a mug with a gnome on it. Long and boring story, but not pointless - the point is that I thought back to the date and it was Christmas 2004. I thought I'd straightened it all out, but the conversation that was so clear (possibly too clear) to me had taken place five whole years previously. It's not that it was important - it was just a peg in a hole.*

Watching people, I realise that everyone thinks everyone else is forgetful because each person has priorities. That's a curious thing. I remember once talking to Jack (of, "Hey Jack - do you like snakes?" fame.**) We were discussing a film. He'd say, "Remember that scene where X hits Y with a pipe wrench then a gigantic fireball erupts?" and I would say something like, "No - but remember when he said blah blah blah?" Jack laughed and said, "I remember the action and you remember the dialogue." It's like that in everything, I think.

I have all these thousands of reference points that go back years to conversations I remember very well, but what are they worth? Maybe I should just forget it all; forget everything.

As in every post lately there's a cut-off point where I get tired, so every post is half-baked.
Oh, well.

* And for the record, one may paint things to which one has no deep connection - I painted things I couldn't understand because I wanted to gain insight and/or I thought they were funny.
** A huge, enormous, gigantic Black snake decided to coil itself all around the saddles in the stable, and we called gleefully up to Jack - who misheard it as, "Hey Jack, do you like steak?" and came thundering down the hill. We carefully moved the snake out the door and it slithered off unharmed.

Labels: Protoblather, Warning: Boredom Zone