or lap it up like any good little unicorns.

Blood drinking unicorns.

I like that sound of that (though can I make mine a tomato juice? I have too much iron in my diet as it is)

OK, it's officially gotten too gross for this old fart androgyne.

I Agree.
Tomato juice is disgusting.

Quote from: Rebis on November 11, 2008, 04:57:05 PM
We can't use the word "bloody"?

I just prefer to keep my blood inside, thank you.

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verging on thread jack.

In the name of gender equality, more like a thread jill. Or thread j* for those who are rabid about being non-binary.

  Nfr

Quote from: Seshatneferw on November 12, 2008, 04:47:36 AM
In the name of gender equality, more like a thread jill. Or thread j* for those who are rabid about being non-binary.

Hmmmm, I like this, we could rename hir thread jillack or thread jackill  Now, what was the topic? 

Z

Quote from: Pica Pica on November 12, 2008, 03:20:23 AM
I Agree.
Tomato juice is disgusting.

I won't drink tomato juice. But I do have a recipe for rice baked in a combination of broth and tomato juice. It's actually quite good.

and that's why we won't come to your house for dinner.

Oops!  That was supposed to be secret. 

Tomato juice is DELICIOUS!!!  Weirdos.

Quote from: Jaimey on November 12, 2008, 04:08:08 PM
Tomato juice is DELICIOUS!!!  Weirdos.

If tomato jucie were delicious, it wouldn't taste so bad. 

I like it with a bit of salt and pepper. I'm not particulalry fond of it when it is spiced - as in a bloody mary.

Caesar then?

Thats the only way I'll drink tomato juice =/

Clearly we androgynes take the cake for threadjack privilege (TM) I wonder if our inherent abilities to change the subject is hard wired too 

Z

Quote from: Zythyra on November 12, 2008, 08:38:16 PM
Clearly we androgynes take the cake for threadjack privilege (TM) I wonder if our inherent abilities to change the subject is hard wired too 

Z

I wonder if it is related to an ability to relate things together in tenious though (il)logical ways. For me it seems that way. I shift conversation and topic readily but in my mind they link up. For example, today I was talking to someone about my new singer and I remembered he was a bit bald and it reminded me of the hair style of a character in the movie called bad boy bubby and instantly I changed to talking about the movie. All this happened in an instant - I wonder where these sudden leaps in our thought processes comes from (assuming I'm the same as others here). Maybe it is poor attention span, or maybe we are fast thinkers. Maybe in lacking a certain connection with others our brains tried to formulate it's own connections to fill the gap, like an unused process that just needs to run

For me the key seems to be a powerful ability for association. I think it helps in thinking up possibilities. On the inside it feels more like quick intuitive leaps rather than random shifts of topic. Talking with other androgynes it seems they find it easy to follow these changes too c.f. others.

Can you imagine a task force of androgynes! It would be like being assigned the job of decomisioning nukes and we end up with a flower parade down main street.

Hi Nicky,

What you said applies to me.

me too, it even got in my first novel...

The day when I mentioned the girl at the ice-rink we were drinking slightly out of date bottles of cheap cherryade. Colin was shredding the paper label of the bottle. I was reading the ingredients, one of which was cherry flavouring.
   "How do you think they get cherry flavouring?" Colin asked me.
   "I think they invented it in a lab with chemicals. I doubt it actually tastes like cherry, it's just the red colour makes you think it tastes like it. The colour suggests the flavour, like orange things, orange Smarties don't actually taste of orange but we say they do."
    "Yes they do," Colin said.
   "They've managed to con you then."
   "Nobody cons me." Colin said and wriggled more comfortably into my back. "I wonder what purple tastes like?" I thought for a bit.
   "I think it tastes like the purple fruit."
   "The purple fruit. There is no purple fruit."
   "Purple is a fruit. It's warty and purple coloured and the size of Simon's head."
   "That must be a big fruit then."
   "It is," I said.
   "Must be difficult to tell which is the fruit and which is his head."
   "Especially when he's angry."
   "What does the purple fruit taste like then?"
   "Well," I thought a bit more. "It tastes like Parma Violets."
   "Yuck. I won't be drinking purple-ade some time in the future then." 
   "I saw a girl the other day at the skating rink."
   "What?"
   "I saw a girl at the skating rink. A lovely perfect kind of girl."
   "What did she look like."
  "Sort of, perfect."
  "When was this?"
  "Last week, about eleven o'clock."
  "Why didn't you tell me?"
  "I didn't really think about it until just now. Talking about Parma Violets made me think about her, because Parma violets made me think about Parma Ham, and of course that made me think about food named after places and people. That made me think about Garibaldi and his Redshirts, who were also known as the 'Thousand Volunteers.'  Hitler's Reich was to last a thousand years and he had the same type of moustache as The Tramp, a creation of Charlie Chaplin. That led me to think of the girl at the ice-rink because Chaplin had made a short comedy in 1916 called 'The Rink' where he roller- skated around with the most amazing finesse and skill; and that reminded me of the way the girl was on the ice. Simple really." Colin sighed, jabbed her elbow into my back and then tried to strangle me in a friendly kind of way.


This bit always went down well at readings.

Quote from: Nicky on November 12, 2008, 08:59:21 PM
Can you imagine a task force of androgynes! It would be like being assigned the job of decomisioning nukes and we end up with a flower parade down main street.

We could even do that in winter, the plutonium flower pots would be warm enough to keep the flowers from freezing.

  Nfr

Quote from: Nicky on November 12, 2008, 08:59:21 PM

For me the key seems to be a powerful ability for association. I think it helps in thinking up possibilities. On the inside it feels more like quick intuitive leaps rather than random shifts of topic. Talking with other androgynes it seems they find it easy to follow these changes too c.f. others.

This is something I really don't like about myself.  Weird twists in conversation that make people look at me funny are just the tip of the iceberg--I actually find it quite hard to communicate ideas sometimes because it's too easy for me to get sidetracked.  I end up feeling like I have to run up and down every branch of the fractal.  If you ask me for a 1000 word essay on the life-cycle of the bee I will end up writing 30,000 words including the medicinal use of honey, mead-making in the Middle Ages, the transmission of genetically-modified material via microbes in bees' guts, the recent mysterious decline in the honeybee population, and this weird caterpillar I saw on telly once that looks like a Yorkshire pudding and invades hives.  Not really what you would call an effective way to present information.

It affects me outside of communication, too--I am useless at everything because I fail to stay on-task.  I start out doing the washing-up and before I know it I'm halfway across town in a sports shop looking at kettlebells, through following some chain of connections inside my head.  I never finish anything and I'm always messy.  I do try to change, but evidently not hard enough.

Well you're certainly not going to gain any good habits by associating with us.

The same happens to me. Plus, nothing is concrete. When I say I'm going to do something, I mean I'm going to do it any time between now and infinity. I really know I'll do it, but won't until some arbitrary moment.

My roommate gets angry about it a lot.