tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19305198.post116268459094257888..comments2024-03-27T03:19:11.216-04:00Comments on Assistant Village Idiot: Throw Your Stuff AwayAssistant Village Idiothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01978011985085795099noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19305198.post-1162946627447402342006-11-07T19:43:00.000-05:002006-11-07T19:43:00.000-05:0020 decimal places of pi, trivial pursuit... boy, d...20 decimal places of pi, trivial pursuit... boy, did you wander onto the right site, Bubbab. I know from personal experience that about half of the commenters here have that sort of mind. I kill time in department meeting with geographical lists: European capitals, or world capitals. American rivers, or European rivers (I haven't gone on to world rivers yet). It doesn't take too many meetings of comparing your list against an atlas to find yourself able to rattle off a hundred of those suckers.<BR/><BR/>Welcome home, brother.Assistant Village Idiothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01978011985085795099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19305198.post-1162937340748386572006-11-07T17:09:00.000-05:002006-11-07T17:09:00.000-05:00I am a pack-rat. I have a bad habit of saving thi...I am a pack-rat. I have a bad habit of saving things I think will remind me of a pleasant memory from years gone by. My wife hates this side of me. She has one (rather large) box of knick-knacks, and that is it. If she had her druthers, she would throw away most of my "sentimental stuff."<BR/><BR/>The problem is, my memory doesn't work like it should. I can recite pi to 20 decimal places. I can still name the capitals of all of the states. I always win at Trivial Pursuit.<BR/><BR/>But, I'll be derned if I can remember what this [random artifact] is, what it is for, and why the heck I kept it!!<BR/><BR/>So, I have hit on something that keeps my wife happy, and actually helps me to remember things in the long run:<BR/><BR/>I have been emailing memories to myself. Okay, actually, I have been emailing memories to my children, in care of me. I will think of something that happened to me, or to my family, or to my kids, and I will email it to myself, with the respective child's name in the subject line, or just "children" if it applies to all of them.<BR/><BR/>If I get run over by a bus tomorrow, my children won't care about my collection of garter belts from well-known attractions (get your minds out of the gutter, attractions like "Six Flags" and "Disneyland.") Those kind of artifacts will mean nothing to them. My baseball glove, yes, since I taught my oldest to throw a ball while I was wearing that glove, but not my collection of Transformers. But, being able to read the stories of MY childhood, or my accounts of their childhoods, or my family's history, THAT will mean something.<BR/><BR/>Just a suggestion...<BR/><BR/>---BubbaBAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19305198.post-1162754107224505412006-11-05T14:15:00.000-05:002006-11-05T14:15:00.000-05:00Don't throw it away! What do you think ebay is for...Don't throw it away! What do you think ebay is for?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19305198.post-1162734721678433582006-11-05T08:52:00.000-05:002006-11-05T08:52:00.000-05:00cns - see, you can say that, because it's not your...cns - see, you can say that, because it's not your site. My sons read this site, and I wouldn't want to give away my plan in advance. Now, if it all plays out that way, they'll have to blame it on "someone who dropped by Pop's blog."<BR/><BR/>Who am I kidding? They'll blame me anyway. Thanks for the tip. The only wise thing that Werner Erhardt ever said was "Your children will grow up to be exactly what they want, and blame you for it."<BR/><BR/>I went over to cns's linked site.<BR/><BR/>Profane/profound, if you are interested in mental health issues. Thanks for stopping by.Assistant Village Idiothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01978011985085795099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19305198.post-1162707621380707652006-11-05T01:20:00.000-05:002006-11-05T01:20:00.000-05:00Hrm...but why should *I* cry when I can have other...Hrm...but why should *I* cry when I can have others do it for me? Maybe I can't take it with me but I can grasp it with my declining strength to the bitter end!<BR/><BR/>Besides, kids need to learn this "character" thing somehow; where d'you think *I* got it from?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com