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[astroNikon]

I'm sleep talking now .. or sleep typing.

 

[sm4him]

My dad also used to talk while asleep, using complete sentences. But the really weird part was that he sometimes spoke in what seemed to be a foreign language, like maybe Gaelic.
My father couldn't speak a WORD of any foreign language when he was awake.

But this was not just nonsense words. You could tell it was some actual language, with syntax and structure. I really wonder if perhaps his parents spoke some Gaelic (they were both born in Ireland) when he was a child, and he'd subconsciously retained some of it.

 

[snowbear96]

But I'm terrible competitive. It was so hard to control when I played with my kids ... I had to keep telling myself that I didn't need to win. I didn't need to win ... I didn't need to win.

My niece is anal about that, too.
Not me; I prefer to relax and enjoy things without worrying who's in front of me and how far. I play scrabble without keeping score.

Edit: quote didn't work on post.

 

[Gary A.]

Okay, Len isn't around so I got sloppy. "of space". I'm still on my first cup. I once had a conversation with a guy who was asleep. It was weird ... not weird weird ... but oddly weird.

I had MANY conversations with my youngest son while he was asleep. You'd THINK you had successfully woken him up because he would be responding to you in complete sentences (which sometimes even made sense), but then he didn't remember a thing about it a few minutes later when he ACTUALLY woke up.
One of the most memorable ones was when this LONG conversation we had one morning when he told me all about these really fascinating facts he'd learned about one of the states (I think he was in 3rd grade at the time). A short time later, I asked him to remind me about one of the facts because it was so interesting, but I'd forgotten exactly what it was.

He said, "what are you talking about? I don't know anything about Connecticut. That's not anything like what we're studying in Geography right now." He had sleep-talked the entire fascinating conversation.

LOL ... This was at the NCO club. This sergeant was at the end of the bar, standing up with his fist wrapped tightly around his beer bottle and he had this odd unfocused stare. You could speak with him, but his replies came slow and ... like from somewhere else. Almost like he was benignly possessed. Like your son, he didn't remember any of it. Later, when I questioned him, he laughed and said "Yeah, I always do that."

 

[Gary A.]

My dad also used to talk while asleep, using complete sentences. But the really weird part was that he sometimes spoke in what seemed to be a foreign language, like maybe Gaelic.
My father couldn't speak a WORD of any foreign language when he was awake.

But this was not just nonsense words. You could tell it was some actual language, with syntax and structure. I really wonder if perhaps his parents spoke some Gaelic (they were both born in Ireland) when he was a child, and he'd subconsciously retained some of it.

... that was being possessed.

 

[Gary A.]

But I'm terrible competitive. It was so hard to control when I played with my kids ... I had to keep telling myself that I didn't need to win. I didn't need to win ... I didn't need to win.

My niece is anal about that, too.
Not me; I prefer to relax and enjoy things without worrying who's in front of me and how far. I play scrabble without keeping score.

Edit: quote didn't work on post.

Scrabble isn't competitive enough for me, no time limit. I like Boggle.

 

[snowbear96]

Scrabble isn't competitive enough for me, no time limit. I like Boggle.

I don't keep score in that either.

 

[Stradawhovious]

I came home to this on Friday.

People drive me insane.

 

[sm4him]

I came home to this on Friday.

People drive me insane.

I would email that picture to the company and ask them which part of "No Soliciting" they were having trouble grasping.

 

[Stradawhovious]

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I would email that picture to the company and ask them which part of "No Soliciting" they were having trouble grasping.

I did. I don't expect a response.

Here is a write up from a different forum I did on my favorite interaciton with a solicitor.

To set the scene, it's a lovely Monday night, and I'm up on a ladder, 20 feet off the ground, covered in paint and stucco patch busting my hump trying to get my house ready to sell... when I see him.
Mid 20's, collard shirt, clipboard and credentials on a lanyard.
Soliciting punk: [staring at the “No Soliciting” sign conspicuously displayed on my front door] "Hey there... I was just about to knock on your door. You the king of the castle?"
Me: "No. My wife is. What do you need?"
SP: "Your vote."
M: [on my way down the ladder covered in evidence of messy repairs] "Nah, you need reading lessons. The sign on the door says 'No Soliciting'".
SP: "Yeah, I saw that, but I'm not selling anything."
M: "Well thank God. Prostitution is illegal"
SP: "Huh?"
M: "The only aspect of solicitation that deals with trading services for money, by definition, is prostitution. You AREN'T a prostitute....... are you?"
SP: "Well no, but..."
M: "Then why are you still here?? Go away, and have a good night."
SP: "But I'm not selling anything!"
M: "You've established that. I'm sure your parents are thrilled you haven't succumbed to the world’s oldest profession. Kudos to you. Now take another look at the sign, and go away."
SP: "Wow. You're a jerk."
M: "Yes. I'm also literate, and value my privacy.... and that's two of the defining differences between us."
SP: "Huh?"
M: "Why are you still here?"
SP: [apparently forgetting he just called me a jerk] "We need your vote."
M: "Who do you represent?"
SP: "Why?"
M: "As lf this moment, I'm launching my campaign against him/her."
SP: "Oh... never mind." [scurries away]
People are hilarious.

 

[snowbear96]

I like to select one piece of junk mail that has a prepaid return envelope; then I'll put all the other junk mail into it and mail it back. Whatever fits and feels heavy, goes.

 

[Stradawhovious]

I like to select one piece of junk mail that has a prepaid return envelope; then I'll put all the other junk mail into it and mail it back. Whatever fits and feels heavy, goes.

Tape it to a cinder block.

 

[Gary A.]

Actually, our Supreme Court has ruled that the distribution of political and religious speech transcends ones rights to privacy. It is a narrow ruling which means they cannot break into your house, but they can knock on your door, even if you live in a private/gated community.

 

[snowbear96]

Autumnal cleaning. I just pitched a couple of old B&H catalogs. And a crap load of magazines that were given to us by someone.

 

[snowbear96]

I once mailed back a piece of political begging (a.k.a. fundraising) junk mail. I drew a mustache, goatee and black eye on the candidates picture first.