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I don't have a sad story - but this reminded me of the very happy christmas I had once. When we were little we were not allowed to have Barbie or anything pink or girlie or doll-like (except for stretch armstrong) because of the whole gender-stereotyping distorted image of women thing*, so many Christmases were disappointing since all of our friends would get the latest Barbie this and that and we would get an educational board game (although I had meccano and tinker toys and all sorts of good building stuff, so my parents did not give crappy presents. Just non-girly ones).

So this one year our clueless aunt who lived in England sent us all "Sindi" dolls, and accessories, and makeup and all kinds of Sindi crap. I believe Sindi was some sort of UK Barbie equivalent. Of course my parents could not take the gifts away. We could not be more overjoyed. Best Christmas gift ever.


*and yet we developed eating disorders and full-tilt embraced slutty behavior and plastic surgery, so go figure mummy and daddy.

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It was fun for people who liked memory games I guess. The point was to remember the sequence of colors lighting up and repeat them back. It typically led to the person (assuming it was played alone) sitting there chanting something like "red, red, red, yellow, green, red, red, yellow, blue, yellow, blue, green" to [her]self. I really liked memory games when I was a kid. Probably because they did not require the participation of another person. Hence I could play a mean game of concentration (isn't that the one with the matching cards that you have to find?).

I assume that the solid memory training of my youth has counteracted the drugs/alcohol of my twenties and will protect me from memory loss when I get into my forties, or whenever that sort of stuff is supposed to kick in.

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For my fourteenth Christmas, my uncle gave me a transmission.

Best present ever.

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Funny, I thought I was the only one.

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I think the thing with the big color buttons that lit up and you had to press them in the same order that they lit up was fun for the same reason as dtb's game. There'd be the adrenaline stuff as you tried to get it right. Inevitably, you'd get it wrong at some point and there'd be a big mean buzzing noise and then it would be like you were a big failure. Probably why ncs got an A plus on the bar exam.*

*note that I don't know that she actually did this. hyperbole.

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Ask Bilmore. Then again, he probably wouldn't remember anyway.

Ho Ho Hum.
 

I have.

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Oh sure, try to out me!

I find it funny when partners get excited about that sort of thing (someone in our firm got the best score on the TX Bar exam this year!)*. I thought that doing that well was a sign that you spent too much time studying.


*yes, I have heard some variant of this line on multiple occassions since moving to TX.

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My year I was the first person to leave the bar exam. Finished up on the second day with about three hours to spare, got up and walked out. Past about 3,000 people. And, of course, passed.

That was much better than being first on the test.

Names
 

We were there just recently, and they were not "migrating" (i.e., swimming in endless laps around their little habitat). Since the penguin curator (penguinician? Big Penguin? penguinczarina?) at the zoo ["penguin keeper Jane Tollini"] is a genius at getting media play when her little charges do anything more novel than pooping and sleeping, it's hard to imagine that they could be migrating and we all missed it. I thought last year's migration was not a function of the time of year, but of the arrival of a new batch of birds from the Cleveland Zoo (or some such place) with a bunch of new ideas.

Note to self: Scroll, then post. Not vice versa.

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I had a similar experience. My parents, especially my mother, wouldn't let me have any guns or war related toys as a kid (yet they bought me Star Wars stuff: nobody said they had to be consistent). Anyway, my grandmother visited from abroad and asked me what I wanted most: at the time, it was the GI Joe F-14 Eagle. Man, that thing kicked ass. Anyway, sure enough, Christmas morning rolls around and under the tree I find the F-14. My mother fumed about it for nearly 2 weeks. That plane ruled...

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Fortunately for me, clean living and pure thought will keep my mind sharp and alert well into my late thirties.

(Edited to add: ) Oh. I think I might have fucked up the tense.

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YES!! That's the one. I knew Concentration wasn't it -- I am so glad you found that!

(And what exactly does it say about me?)

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I had tons of star wars stuff. A light saber, action figures, even a stormtrooper helmet. Fake weapons. And a real (non star wars related) pellet gun. But no Barbies. Parents are weird.

I had a merlin

http://www.haar.clara.co.uk/images/merlin2.jpg


My elder sister had a simon

http://www.timewarptoys.com/simon.jpg

My cousins had this neat thing that actually talked to you. I can't remember what it was called though.

Anyone remember anything like that?

Confidential to G3
 

Ho Ho Hum.
 

They can actually be quite becoming.

Far more so than plaid pants, which, gentlemen, are not.

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You actually know what you got ont he bar exam? They arent all a Pass/Fail deal (except for the multistate)?

That was her brother. I don't remember his name, though.

Shows what you know. There were no brothers.

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Apparently in TX people do know, although I never remember receiving my score. They make a big deal out of the person with the top score though and they get to (?) make some speech at the swearing in ceremony for that year. typically the speech begins with something like "I know what you all are thinking - I studied way too hard for this exam..." and then rambles into a story about perseverence, integrity and doing the best that you possibly can...

Doesnt look dissimilar from my dad's high rollin eighties car phone that was in his lincoln towncar circa 1989.


My elder sister had a simon

http://www.timewarptoys.com/simon.jpg [/QUOTE]

Nope, thats not wha t I am talking about. The thing I had had a white base, with a black square covering most of it with like, maybe nine? of the colored buttons (three rows of three?). Unless thats Super Simon.

Ho Ho Hum.
 

I heart Jennifer Grey's new nose.

Super Simon was black with two sets of four colored rectangles on it. No white at all.

Ho Ho Hum.
 

Dont woory, P. I read this and am quoting it so everyone wil read it too!

Simon
 

Here's a link to a site showing the different simons

http://users2.ev1.net/~rik1138/MB/Simon.htm

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I was going to ask the same thing. And no one, I repeat, NO ONE, should be proud of studying so hard to receive an A+ on an exam when a B- gives you the exact same result. This is completely irrational. You should study for a B or B+ for buffer-zone purposes. Studying to pass but getting an A+ is fine - at least you had the right mentality (if not the ability to judge the efficiency of your studying).

Simon
 

My thing defniitely was not a simon. Shit, what was it? Obviously some kind of simon ripoff that was much prettier. I dont think it had many primary colors. I remember purple, green, white. and the were squares, not rectagnles.

Ho Ho Hum.
 

Me too. She's still hot.

And she's well into her 40s.

Names
 

The article did not name the particular novel, but this brings up an interesting point. If Kirk eats Spock or Spock eats Kirk, is it cannibalism? RT?

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Unless they obnoxiously make a point of saying that they only studied for three days before the exam, and even then they had to do it by kerosene lamp after their 12-hour shift on the road construction crew. Though, I'm not sure whether this story is purely for the benefit of coworkers or whether it was actually used in the speech.

Ho Ho Hum.
 

So open-minded with kilts. Yet, when it comes to plaid pants, you live in such a stifling and narrow reality. Sad.

remorse
 

I now feel like an ungrateful brat because I had some very cool stuff as a kid and am still complaining. Argh. somebody put me out of my misery.

Confidential to the SS officer
 

It's called a blow job. You should try getting one sometime; you might like it.

Ho Ho Hum.
 

I'm at peace with it. And don't even get me started on the corduroy pants with the little whales embroidered on them. Unless you wear them when you're six.

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Uhhh. Fringe? Weren't you the one making a big to-do about people who post *s in the text without referring to anything?

(It's probably me -- whiff, right?)

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You're welcome.

Well, you have to admit, it is consistent with your board persona. The fastidiousness. The pursuit of social order. The endearing timmy-ness. Need I go on?

Names
 

I'd say you get half credit for cannibalism either way, since Spock is half-human.

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It was me. I'm nuts.* I don't even know what note I would have put there. Gotta stop drinking at lunch.

*but I went back and fixed it so it looks like you framed me.

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My left-coast state has an extremely restrictive policy WRT bar exam scores. You only find out your score if you failed; if you pass, neither you nor anyone else (including states you might otherwise want to waive into) can find out anything other than "P." Ever.

The policy is designed to prevent bar exam scoring from becoming a factor in resumes, job interviews, and client requirements ("I don't want anyone touching my file who got less than 90th percentile." They don't even tell the admittee, because admittee's employer or client will insist that admittee find out and report. Overall, it's a good policy and I'm thankful for it. The profession already has enough butt-sniffing rituals.

I have heard but do not know personally that in some states you can find out your State A bar exam score when you initiate the process of getting your admission recognized in State B, because State B wants to know.