tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141461585507160189.post6423236814250440455..comments2023-08-06T16:16:17.769-07:00Comments on TwistedHilarity: Cornflake, know thyselfTwistedHilarityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06208171847236389232noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141461585507160189.post-30252002012631467202010-07-05T12:45:48.060-07:002010-07-05T12:45:48.060-07:00I like seeing how you analyze yourself! I do that ...I like seeing how you analyze yourself! I do that too: try and figure out why and who and wherefores about myself...lol.<br /><br />Your focus on the interpersonal relationship of either conflict of self or other is probably why I love your stories so much. I don't really care what the forest or the jungle looks like, or if they are in a forest or a jungle. As long as I got the general idea they are around nature and away from civilization, then I can focus on the character's interaction! Unless the details play into the emotional connection, like they are in a waterfall and it has something to do with a Shinto cleansing ritual that has something to do with their relationship, etc. then I just find the descriptive details of 'where their car is' annoying! LOL <br /><br />Probably why I like Peter Pan a lot more than Anne of Green Gables. Although Anne does have a lot of prettiness in her words, she can drone on... Peter is harsh, brash, and blunt. <br /><br />Thanks for the post! It was interesting! I love these lines: <br /><br />"My brain thinks life is a story, too. One that is not quite finished yet, so you don't need all the pesky little stuff in there. So it remembers the details that are important to the story, and tosses the rest. Do heroes need to remember where their cars are parked? No."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141461585507160189.post-48621281286549777892010-07-02T15:53:32.054-07:002010-07-02T15:53:32.054-07:00Heh, naaaaah. See, I get so behind that everythin...Heh, naaaaah. See, I get so behind that everything piles up anyway, so all stalker tendencies are hidden behind the pile, LOL. Oh man, your poor dad! <br /><br />Oh, cornflake! Yeah, I'd say likely translation. It's a kind of flaky crunchy cereal that's common here in the US. It's actually a reference to the term 'flake' in general. A 'flake' here is someone who is, hmmm, well, not really aware of things, forgetful, a bit out of it. <br /><br />I'm so glad it gave you some ideas! Hope that you can get past that point, LOL. Man, that is just the worst when a great idea melts out of our heads, isn't it? *shakes head* Being a flake isn't easy. I salute you in your journey through flakehood, LOL.<br /><br />And I get mine from my father, too! He once walked right by a riot and didn't even notice it was happening!TwistedHilarityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06208171847236389232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6141461585507160189.post-46367398821406061672010-04-27T02:47:30.300-07:002010-04-27T02:47:30.300-07:00Posting all these comments at the same time must s...Posting all these comments at the same time must seem kind of stalker-ish (as I already mentioned, I think) but I just now remembered to look my dashboard and there were four whole new posts I hadn't yet seen! That deserves comments! *earnest face*<br />I promise, I'm completely harmless ;)<br />Getting to the matter at hand, that's to say, your post... I loved it. Totally relate to it. I have my dad's memory, who once asked at a funeral about the deceased husband's mother...who had died two months ago. Really, it was embarrassing. Like that time I forgot my best-friend had an older sister. And a brother. Or maybe two brothers...I'm not sure.<br />I have to admit I don't get the "cornflake" reference. I'm going to assume is a translation problem and not just me being dumb. (for my peace of mind)<br />I remember feelings. I never manage to remember the words someone said, which makes arguing matches kind of difficult, because how do you throw your opponent's words back at them if you can't remember? "Last week you said something really hurtful and demeaning, and I am fed up with your damned condescending attitude?" "What did I say?" "Hum...don't remember" *blush, head-scratching, blush* "Damn it". Match lost.<br />Your suggestion is hope-inspiring, though. I can use my forgetfulness to write, somehow. And I can try and remember to write down the kind of details that I always forget before keeping on with the story. (Seems kind of stupid, but once I had this amazing plot-twist to get my story to new, unknown heights, and then my ethics teacher walked in, and I completely forgot. That was four years ago, and I'm still stuck at that point! TT.TT)<br />Ok, creepily long comment, again.<br />Let's leave it here.<br />AkashaAkashahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06931436258109507538noreply@blogger.com