Doctor Memory

[infanttyrone]

Ever have one of those days where every train of thought that you board seems destined to take you express to some source of deep and burning embarrassment from your past? I woke up remembering something terrible I did when I was eight, so I tried to switch topics by thinking of what a nice time I had when I went home over the summer-- and

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[ltmurnau]

What you're describing is the main source of my insomnia. For years I've writhed in bed or on the bus or almost anywhere thinking about stupid or embarassing things I've done or said, decades in the past. Somedays you just can't win or get out of the rut - I don't know the answer, unless it's serious distraction: get up and play Warcraft, swerve into oncoming traffic, whatever....

[infanttyrone]

Oh, God I know-- that's exactly when it kicks in: around 5 AM, when all I want is those last couple hours of sleep, and the traffic below my window really starts to pick up, and my brain snaps fully awake and begins to play the "Shame's Greatest Hits" reel. Or sometimes, just for a change, I'll wake up thinking about my teeth, and how bad they are, and how expensive they'll be to fix, and how by this time next year I'll be mashing up bananas with a spoon and sucking baby food through a straw... Why is the human brain such an asshole?

[ltmurnau]

Well, no one can be as mean to you as you can all by yourself.
I think it's a general rule.
And don't forget, when you get older your asshole will likely be giving you as much trouble as your brain...

[bibliofile]

It's that broken record that just doesn't stop! Loud live music sometimes drowned it out, for me. I considered banging my head against a brick wall (if I had a bicycle, swerving into traffic would do, too), but I'm a pain weenie.

Speaking of the title...

[porridgebird]

... only minutes before your post appeared, I was introducing someone who never heard of Firesign Theater to "I Think We're All Bozos On This Bus."

And then look, here's Doctor Memory...

Your welcome

Thank you.

Re: Speaking of the title...

[infanttyrone]

Man, woman, child-- all are up against the Wall of Science!

Back when I was doing comics regularly, I did a version of that whole album: it was on a paper roll, as one loooong panel. (It never got past the pencil stage.) I had a version of the long travelogue segment off "Electrician", too, but again, I never finished it.

[jettison]

Welcome to the cause of my social anxiety!

"I'm nostalgic for conversations I had yesterday. I've begun reminiscing events before they even occur. I'm reminiscing this right now. I can't go to the bar because I've already looked back on it in my memory... and I didn't have a good time."

[infanttyrone]

Why do you think I work with dogs instead of people?

[bluebellrock]

I regret every post *and* comment I've ever written on LJ. Welcome to my world!

[infanttyrone]

I've managed to resist my occasional late-night fits where I want to delete this whole journal. I won't even delete embarrassing posts (although I might restrict them.)

[bluebellrock]

Yep, I'm the same. No deleting embarrassing history. I just try to be careful not to flaunt too much embarrassing history in the first place.

[infanttyrone]

Exactly, that's the tightrope to walk.

spill!

[djproselytic]

All right, who was it?

~

Re: spill!

[infanttyrone]

Well, following my long-standing rule of using no names on here, let me see if I can phrase it in such a way that you'd get it: I saw the crazy dealer who lived at the Ho House with me and threw me through a door for touching his leather jacket, and mistakenly called him by the name of a guy who had like four sisters and used to program for my dad.
Clear? No, probably not. I mistook one tall ponytailed hometown hippie with glasses for another one.