| Dyslexia plagues me |
[Feb. 28th, 2008|10:05 am] |
I am ill. Nasty flu thing that is very unpleasant. It seems to have affected my memory as I forgot my "username" at work this morning (which I have typed into the computer every working day for the last nine months).
I think it has also exacerbated my dyslexia. Magoo insists I don't have dyslexia but I know that I do. Or maybe it's that I rely on memory to recall how words should be spelt and, with my memory being so bad, I simply forget how to spell them. Don't know enough about brains to know how memory works but maybe the memory of usernames and spelling is in a part of the brain close to that affected by flu?
I am hoping that it does not also cause number blindness as I need to do the sudoku test on Saturday.
I got sent this very nice illusion:
http://www.ritsumei.ac.jp/~akitaoka/index-e.html
Like the spinning ballerina, it seems to polarise people: some say they see nothing moving at all but for me lots of the snakes are rotating except for the one I'm actually focusing on.
I finally defeated "Camilla" on the DS Lite Scrabble game thereby winning the world championship. It came down to the last play and I found the (obvious) anagram from EIMRTUX to bingo out off an F (yup FE is apparently a valid Scrabble word now - don't think it used to be).
Watched Starburst on DVD on Monday - very good film in the genre of The Princess Bride etc. The cast is unbelievable and I'm surprised I didn't know more about it when it was released. I now want to see Overlord, which comes out on Monday I think.
Spent last weekend in Cambridge, which was weird. Not been back there often since my uni days and it is a bit surreal how little anything changes there. Fitzbillies still sells the greatest cakes in the world. Cakes where you feel you are getting maximum sweetness for your calorie. And then I played at Royal Worlingon golf club on Sunday - the best 9 hole golf course in the world per Bernard Darwin and, yup, it's still awesome. An inland links (I kid not) with possibly the best greens in the country. Unfortunately my golf did not grace it. In the clubhouse afterwards we met the epitome of a "bufty" - which is to say an old member of a posh golf club who lives in a world of his own - a bufty normally has
a) the most incredible bushes of thickly crusted ear hair
b) a red nose
c) a voice that seems to be far too loud for the surroundings
d) a body that, if popped precisely with a pin, would release a great flood of gin and tonic.
"AAAoooww Heellllooo" he said. "I'm just having a spot of soup - MAAArrrveellouus. And then I'm going to have the Bubble and Squeak with Treacle Pudding on top. BAAahahhahhh".
"Do YOOOUUUU know Crispin Spit-Winkelton? Lives in Cambridge... under a bridge... tall chap, black hair, never grew a beard...?"
"YEESSS, I was shhoooting withhh him the other day and he got run over by a cow.... most unfortunate... broke two ribs... in a dreadful state he was... the dog, you know - startled the blighter...bbahahahhh".
And so on. God it was great. |
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