Here's another...Pluto
Well, Pluto isn't a planet but don't let that hold you back!
Here's another...Pluto
Pluto was a planet when I was in grade school in the 60's.Well, Pluto isn't a planet but don't let that hold you back!
Pluto was a planet when I was in grade school in the 60's.
See, apparently one of my blind spots is reading posts thoroughly because I thought you had listed that one already.Mercury.
I gotta use “My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas” to get them all.I can't name the planets without really concentrating about it.
I will list the planets now without Google:
Mars
Jupiter
Venus
Uranus
Earth
Saturn
That's it. If I sat here for an hour, I'd be able to get all nine eventually.
I'm not stupid, I just can't remember the planets...sort of embarrassing.
I'm also really good with directions and maps just after one look.My super power... My sense of direction. I can easily navigate a place I've never been and remember maps from a single look.
My kryponite... I genuinely dislike small talk and superfluous social constructs, which leads me to keep to myself and be distrustful. It's something I've always struggled with and pray diligently to overcome one day.
This, unfortunately, describes my mother-in-law… ?Some people talk just for the sake of it or they like the sound of their own voice
I think Pluto got delisted some years ago. How's about Mercury and Neptune? What did they ever do to you?Here's another...Pluto
Yup, certainly relate to the pasta.This should be fun. There are lots of “life skills” that, through experience and practice, most everyone gets the hang of. But no one gets the hang of ALL of them. We all struggle with something silly.
My sense of time is horrible.
“When did you last have blood work done?”
“Probably 2-3 years ago”
“Your chart says 2013”
“Oh”
When I make pasta, doesn’t matter if there are 2 or 20 people eating, I cook enough for 60.
And I can’t wrap presents. At all.
Fire away!
My ex is exactly the same. She used to give me directions, next left, with her left hand out, pointing left, when in fact it was the next right!I work with a guy that struggles mightily with left and right. You’re better off telling him it’s the door to the east rather than telling him it’s the door on the left.
Wow!I can fix just about anything. I got my break into the film business by rebuilding the action on a 19th century Pleyel piano, carving the missing sections by hand, part after part. When I reassembled the action the new parts worked perfectly, and the owner got me a job at Universal Studios. When my parents' dryer stoped working I tore it down and rebuilt it and it never needed replacing. I did construction when I was young and learned all manner of stuff from rewiring houses to laying sheetrock, framing, etc. I can do fine casework. I did a lot of delicate restoration on antique jewelry.
But put me next to an automobile and ask me to do anything more than the simplest maintenance, like refilling the washer fluid, and a worldwide apocalypse could likely be the result.
John, you just reminded me of an uncanny knack my Father had. At any time of the day I could ask him the time and he would pause a moment then say something like "it's 12 minutes past 4" and when I checked my watch he was invariably within a handful of minutes at most of the actual time no matter what time of day I asked him.A mercurial thread!
I seem to be able to know direction and to estimate time and temperature pretty spot on.
I love sports, but cannot tell you who won last year's "World Series", Stanley Cup (ok, CO, but in the preceding 50 years??), US Open Championship, The Open, "Super" Bowl, etc. etc. And this is before I turned senile!