Do I really sound like that?

I still really like this book. I think the comparison to the movie Primer is very appropriate. Also A guide for reading Wolfe http://www.sfsite.com/fsf/2007/gwng0704.htm

It is next. I had trouble locating my copy of the book, and I have been insanely busy, so I am way behind on things. Life encroaches! Sorry. Hopefully I will get Catch-22 and Oblivion podcasts out pretty close together.

Yeah, the middle of the book is way better than the first part, but most of the stories are still filed under the "interesting curiosity told as poorly as possible" heading in my brain.

I realised we didn't even talk about how cassie unconsciously had the ability to alter the world around her.

I told you to pay attention to the little details. it is all in there.

Pay attention to what goes on around Cassie after Gideon preforms that one ceremony. There are a hints about it everywhere. The first is how people recognize her as a star before she ever preforms. There are others.

You guys are both completely insane. Your bewildering rant about tile floors has me trying to find your address so I can call 911 because you are obviously a danger to yourself and others.

I thought I was the only one who did that sort of thing, or you know, when walking on a concrete paved footpath and it's a bit uneven and when your foot steps on a join between separate section the raised edge pushes, ever so slightly - but enough to feel it, so the other foot has to have the exact same sensation in the same location (but mirrored, obviously) to feel, well even?

Or checking that the number of syllables in a sentence or even paragraph is even by clicking teeth together on one side then the other, left right left right. I think I'll stop now.

w3a2 said:

Or checking that the number of syllables in a sentence or even paragraph is even by clicking teeth together on one side then the other, left right left right. I think I'll stop now.

That's scary, I thought my teeth clicking was really weird. In my case case it's not with even numbers instead it's with mulltiples of 3 and I click my teeth in a hexagonal pattern.

This is the kind of thing that ends with somebody's girlfriend getting stabbed in the kidneys because she failed to distribute the tomato sauce on the spaghetti correctly, AGAIN, even though you TOLD her like FOUR GODDAMN TIMES how to do it PROPERLY.

"You can't do anything because you can't do anything right!"

"Dinner ready is pizza?!!"

This stuff is crazy, dudes.

Yeah, I mean, we poke fun, but it can't be a good time to have an irrational yet irresistable compulsion to do something. Because it starts out as one of those things that you can't logically argue against--I mean, wouldn't it be a bad thing if you left the front door unlocked? So you check it. But...are you sure you checked it? So you check it again. And soon you're going downstairs every ten minutes or so to make sure the door's locked, because maybe you forgot to actually check it all those other times, or maybe you only think it was locked but it was actually unlocked and you forgot.

I don't know if I would classify myself as OCD or not. None of my habits or inclinations really affect my life significantly. I think of OCD as being the dude RB conjured, the one who checks the front door every ten minutes because he JUST HAS TO.

w3a2 said:

I thought I was the only one who did that sort of thing, or you know, when walking on a concrete paved footpath and it's a bit uneven and when your foot steps on a join between separate section the raised edge pushes, ever so slightly - but enough to feel it, so the other foot has to have the exact same sensation in the same location (but mirrored, obviously) to feel, well even?

I do this. If I stub a toe on one foot I'll stop and jab my other foot at the ground to even it out. I feel completely stupid doing it, but it bothers me to no end if I don't.

As for doors, an old apartment of mine had a deadbolt at an angle, and every time you'd lock it it would hit the top part of where it was supposed to go then grind down into place. It bothered me so much that I went the whole year never locking my door. Nothing ever got stolen, but a few apartments around ours got broken into a few times so I was always afraid I'd come home and find all my shit gone.