I just got this from the library....

I don't know if it's your sinisterhood or mine at work, but I keep imagining showers in your upstairs bathroom turning into something out of a Japanese horror film. Perhaps in a setting somewhat like this. As for living with your parents past the age of twenty, I lived with my parent for a while when I was working, between a BA and MA. If I were to think of it as sinister, almost all my Indian friends and many of my American friends would qualify... though that's not far off the mark.

ADHD-PI... if you don't mind my saying so, that makes the sharpness and clarity in your posts all the more impressive.

My doctor has been talking about ADD medication (I definitely don't have the H!) but we're still waiting for hormone and vitamin levels to stabilise so we can figure out how much of it is "brain fog". I've been playing this game called Fishdom of late, that being about as sophisticated a "gamer" as I get... it involves a Bejeweled-style smashing of triads of sea creatures (and random sea things), interspersed with levels where you nurture an aquarium with money you earned from the mass murder immediately preceding. It gets a bit chaotic because they have these externally imposed targets that open up options for new tanks, so while I try to have lots of plants and coral and maybe a seahorse and a turtle, I end up adding all kinds of tacky decorations (like fake Egyptian cats and garden-gnome style windmills) and uninspiring fish to meet those targets. Not sure why I bother. Anyway, the point of that ramble was that I wonder sometimes if my doctor sees me in the same way I see my aquarium. Add X, observe effects, oh no, chaos!

That thread on the abyss got massively derailed so I never did end up responding, but I think meta-cognition covers what I was trying to get at with the bit about the imposition of internal mental structures onto the external, and more. But I'll stop here as my thoughts on it aren't any clearer than that at the moment. *sigh*

No hazing so far but I was given a tour of the office, all 25 ft. x 10 ft. of it.

I'll save the shower-related pontificating for later but just wanted to stop by and thank you for the kind wishes last week. I heard back from them today that I got the job!

Thank you.

If there is, I didn't see it. I mean the whole cancer group is up there telling him not to do it... Maybe I am just missing it, because it did seem kind of familiar. Maybe that is how they ended it in the movie?

It's pure cheese, but it's true. As long as you're true to yourself, you'll see the benefit, eventually. You can rationalize the other shit, later:-)

Well, maybe you just need to give it more time before you can see the good?

I read the book too, but I didn't remember anything along those lines. Maybe I just missed it though.
Yeah, I just re-read the ending.

Was it, at least, a good one?

Don't get enough ramblings of religious nutters when I'm not here?

The best part is, it's from an article on sexuality.

I tend to reread old Agatha Christie novels as I grew up with them. Very old English and somewhat hilarious, unintentionally so. As for the BBC Sherlock, I can highly recommend it. Took me a while to adjust to Cumberbatch's tightly contained energy as I'd been imagining Sherlock to be gentle and calm. In retrospect, I don't know why, considering that every cocaine user I've ever met was pretty frenetic even without it.

Re. the thread: yeah. Similar.

Glad to hear it! For me too, but I find half the time the problem lies in the whole get-dressed-in-non-holey-clothes-and-leave-house part. I'm now wondering if part of it is the physical conventions attached to socialisation, particularly the expectation of sitting in one place or consuming some form of entertainment. I don't like rock concerts (too short to see anything), end up napping through classical concerts and movies in the theatre (well worth it), feel sick in cars (they deserve it), and drift off in seated gatherings (eventual literal butthurt), but I can sustain a conversation like nobody's business on a long walk or Skype or in my kitchen, when I'm free to move about more.

Meta-tubs, eh? Tubs beside themselves so you never know which is the real one until you try to step in... Yes, I think I could socialise well from a possibly-unreal tub. Snacks would have to be fairly water-friendly. Perhaps some floating gummy bears, or some kind of edible soap.

If you don't mind my asking, why on earth are you showering in the basement? And is this a proper bathroom setup or something more ad hoc and sinister?

Yeah, between 4 jobs and 2 kids, I generally have my hands full, so I don't frequent the site as often. Every now and then I get sucked into a conversation.

Unless you've already done it, listen to this. http://www.radiolab.org/2010/aug/09/

:-P

At this point I alternate between being interested, being bleak, and avoiding work with dated murder mysteries and botched meatloaf. But yeah, if it stays on topic, I suppose there's hope yet.

Good luck with your social engagement. It's a pity those obligations can't be discharged from the comforting and perspicuous position afforded by just-below-eyelid submersion! I'm reminded of old Chinese epic royalty-related films with scenes of bathtime camaraderie, rebels solidifying their social bonds from the comfort of individual metal tubs while someone brings them snacks.

Exercise Ne and show up naked with a moose hat.

Thank you, just about the best compliment I can think of receiving.

Yeah, they have an automatic filter here. Heh.

Thank you. I know of two, one beginning with a C and one with an F after the four type letters. I'm on the former though never really got integrated. Older threads were great but the active ones were a bit slow and thin on the ground. That was a longish while ago, though, so I think I'll try again.

I've about given up on that thread.