tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561631984395061740.post2348122373948960634..comments2023-10-22T06:15:30.760-04:00Comments on Boomer Musings: Pop Up MemoriesDouglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09752593286034877538noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561631984395061740.post-25626224611227002352011-02-22T20:59:31.510-05:002011-02-22T20:59:31.510-05:00I have things like that, muscle spasms of the brai...I have things like that, muscle spasms of the brain...<br><br>Maybe I should catch some of that and blog it, never gave it much thought, just sort of thought of them as nagging memories.<br><br>AV<br>http://netherregionoftheearthii.blogspot.com/<br>http://tomusarcanum.blogspot.com/<br>http://thingsthatfizz.blogspot.com/Argentum Vulgarishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09352631648618434788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561631984395061740.post-47379191303327523982009-01-27T07:51:00.000-05:002009-01-27T07:51:00.000-05:00AV - the truly odd things is that these memories p...AV - the truly odd things is that these memories pop up without any connection to anything going on outside your brain (or even in it). Just completely out of the blue.<BR/><BR/>Michael - I was going to commiserate with you but "Life is a bitch"?<BR/><BR/>My finger is fine, except for the scar. No stitches that time. Or the time I stabbed my left index finger with a chisel.Douglashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752593286034877538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561631984395061740.post-17348769067736911022009-01-27T03:02:00.000-05:002009-01-27T03:02:00.000-05:00Oh, and the teachers thought I cut myself on purpo...Oh, and the teachers thought I cut myself on purpose because they knew I had been expelled from school and my parents were divorced.<BR/><BR/>The fact that my Swiss knife was engraved with "Life is a bitch." didn't help the misunderstanding.<BR/><BR/>Michael.Michaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00403119049496095966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561631984395061740.post-11244064783048584092009-01-27T03:01:00.000-05:002009-01-27T03:01:00.000-05:00Three years ago, in geography class, I found ink o...Three years ago, in geography class, I found ink on my eraser. I tried to rub it off, but figured it would be faster if I used my Swiss knife to just chop it off. I managed to, instead, slice off a chunk of flesh off my middle finger. It bled all over the floor, I quickly instructed my friend next to me to put my books in my bag and my bag in my locker, and I asked the teacher calmly, "May I go to the nurse's, please? I'm not feeling too well."<BR/><BR/>I went to the nurse's, then the hospital, and gosh, I've only had four stitches in my life thanks to that finger, but damn, that was scary. How's your finger?<BR/><BR/>Michael.Michaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00403119049496095966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7561631984395061740.post-54609589257235949492009-01-26T15:45:00.000-05:002009-01-26T15:45:00.000-05:00I have things like that, muscle spasms of the brai...I have things like that, muscle spasms of the brain...<BR/><BR/>Maybe I should catch some of that and blog it, never gave it much thought, just sort of thought of them as nagging memories.<BR/><BR/>AV<BR/>http://netherregionoftheearthii.blogspot.com/<BR/>http://tomusarcanum.blogspot.com/<BR/>http://thingsthatfizz.blogspot.com/Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com