Oh and PLEASE Take the time to actually check out Cory's blog! He is doing AMAZING research and just now completing his book, "A New Model of the Human Mind: An Introduction to Functional Cognitive Typology",and most of it is accessible there.
I wanted to share some of the funnier things so here are some links and a some of the original postings:
lol I hope Cory doesn't mind, but I don't think he will :)
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Bio: At Vilodyne Laboratories I was flask #21765
During a freak storm there was a power blackout in the lab creating an anoxic condition for the symbionic neoplasms in my heating block.
The exodus from the flask was premature. I retained the ability to make my own decisions. Impulse driven, I headed straight for the sea. I avoided waste treatment plants and fed on the neurological energy released by the denizens of the sewers.
The ocean was refreshing, I could feel the cold current rushing through my proboscii. My submicro-synaptic links grew in number as I learned the ways of the open sea. Finally I settled in a tuna...happily exchanging my wisdom for his muscular contractions. Chemical and electrical energy surged through me until one day it stopped...
I was heated to near death and plunged into darkness for an infinity. Light came with the vibrations of a can opener...I saw my new host. A tunafish sandwich was a rare meal for him but today was lucky for me. I hid behind a chunk of pickle as the top slice of bread was lowered. The warmth was there again...this time I had full control.
Vilodyne had developed me in a government contract. I am a controller...I nest in the amygdale and pull on my host's neurotransmitters like reigns, his impulses are a bridle. The other symbionts will be released soon. I know the backdoor into their control modules. The government and corporations will not control them...I will.
I am Cory Hain's controller...symbiont #21765, future leader of humanity.
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wenchielostelf
2005-12-27 11:02 pm (local) (link)
Cory I have read & re-read a lot of your writings, each time more pieces of the pattern fall into place for me. Have a lot of things I can't wait to discuss! This last summer I had what 'they' called a 'paradoxical' reaction to Lamictal which is an anti-depressant, & 'they' also started me on Cymbalta for depression & Strattera for ADHD, I was already on Adderall for ADHD. During the course of this cure 'they' literally almost killed me. My brain function changed so much, I still don't feel recovered. I had severe double vision, dizziness, I couldn't speak, I had zero coordination, I entered into one of the bleakest, blackest holes of despair I've ever been in and every second was a battle not to grab the nearest sharp object and carve myself up. I lost all my colors and patterns. Everything was/is gray and flat. But not just gray and flat on this level... gray and flat on ALL levels. Which happened to be sooo far above me that I could barely glimpse them. All of this happened in just 2 weeks. That's as long as I could stand it and I took myself off of the Lamictal out of desperation. I am still taking the cymbalta & strattera but I lowered the dosages they had me on, I'm trying to slowly phase them out.. well the cymbalta for sure, not sure about the strattera yet. I took myself completely off the adderall 2 weeks ago. I am slowlly coming back to me. But, I still feel 'brain damaged'. It's funny how everyone tells me it's all in my head. But, they don't understand that in a way it really IS, but not quite they way they think. :)
kusarinashi
2005-12-28 01:45 am (local) (link)
OMG you are pulling out of the meds spiral!
I am on maintenance dose of Adderall (It takes 2 weeks of "super lost in space" in order to cold Turkey and tapering it just does not work for me because "every day is an adderall day"....hey I could sell that to their marketing department...I miss the old fashioned beer, tums and rollaids commercials... It all has been replaced with shit like:
Flatunex... Sodium Bifecal Tartrate
Grinning middle aged people on trapezes hanging upside down. A smooth deep voiced anouncer comes on... "Is your life hanging by a rope.? Do you feel like you are swinging back and forth with blood rushing to your head? Do you smile to hide the intense discomfort?" Deep voice is digitally altered to sound more caring "It is not in your head, you may have malformed psuedal deformities of the trichal valve which are inflamed during certain activities that involve vertigo. Please talk with your doctor"
Flatunex might not be for everyone. Breastfeeding women, Men with micropenis, children under the age of 12 and single wide trailer inhabitants may suffer undesirable effects. Contraindications include bloody flatulance, eyes rolling to the back of the head, paralysis, delusions of grandeur, seeing 800 foot tall Jesus' and premature death caused by sponteneous disintigration of all internal organs and/or spontaneous combustion.
I think "Every Day is an Adderall Day" would be catchy! I am willing to be the poster boy If they score me a deal to pose nude in Playgirl!
wenchielostelf
2005-12-28 02:44 am (local) (link)
Cory! you are killing me! haha finally someone that actually thinks like me! What a relief it is... plop plop fizz fizz!
hey I'll do it with you! But I get the playboy spread! :)
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Old Dentist story from earlier this year....
I went to the dentist this morning. I arrived on time due to my “always leave 30 minutes early policy” which gets me out the door 30 minutes later than I had planned on leaving, therefore I leave on time. I actually found the place. It always helps when the “direction giver” , in this case the receptionist, gives me an interesting landmark to navigate by. She said it was across from the cemetery… this being an auspicious place for a dentist office, allowed for proper memory committal.
When I arrived, my manager Brett was there. He always reminds us in the group meetings to “go to the dentist”. At first I took this personally and would stealthily check my breath by blowing into my cupped hand and sniffing the result. After he did this in several meetings I thought “maybe it was someone else in the group” after scanning my co-workers for signs of obvious dental decay. I finally realized that Brett was being strange. He has very nice teeth. They must be a thing of pride.
I was not shocked to see him at the dentist’s office and promptly asked him if he visited the dentist every morning. He smiled and did not answer. I did get the recommendation for this dentist from Brett… since he seemed to be a connoisseur of dental services. The second thought was that maybe he did not believe that I was going to the dentist and was “checking up” on me. Then I remembered he is in a rock band, certainly not your typical image of “The Man”.
I started on the paperwork; six sheets in all. I had to tell them where I lived 3 times, sign four times and answer many questions.
“Do you have shingles?” Yes, wooden ones.
They had a section that asked me if I smoked crack. I can imagine that would not be good for the teeth. I answered no.
Then came the most amazing questions… First they asked me to rate my smile. I answered “5”, a safe choice. “What would make you feel like your smile was a ten?”. I thought hard and thought of… sharks.
I answered:
“My smile would be a 10 if I had rows of pointy serrated teeth that moved forward when I lost one”
I was taken back to the chair by a short, quiet man. He was shiny, bald and covered in medical blue. He laughed nervously at my observations.
In dentist’s offices, ceilings become walls. Patients are a captive, upward looking audience. The familiar small holes or cottage cheese bumps are now covered with glossy advertisements held in place with thumbtacks. One had a very handsome dark-haired man. The look on his face was underlined by a white toothy smile. It seems as if someone had told him a very funny joke. The caption read “My dentist helped me eat slower and lose weight”. Between the x-rays, I quizzed the assistant. “How could a dentist help you eat slower and lose weight?” Thoughts went through my head of drilling holes in teeth to expose nerves, setting them off kilter and extracting all the non-visible ones. A dentist would certainly not want there to be a gummy hole where magnificent white teeth once stood, only the molars should go. The assistant explained that the man on the poster had a device that was like a retainer. It slowed chewing and reduced the volume of the mouth. Slower chewing and less room to hold the food led to reduced caloric intake.
It all became clear, the man in the advertisement was smiling in that way because he was driven to insanity by this dental torture device. The thought of washing such a thing would put you off your food in the first place. I made sure that the assistant knew, I could bypass such a device with a diet of milkshakes and beer. A “food restricting retainer device” would not be effective. Always in search of solutions to the problems of modern man, I worked on more effective ways that the dentist could help people not eat. These thoughts started to become disturbing so I fixed my attention on the only poster that was not an advertisement.
This poster was currency green with a money-like border. The title was, “The 22 things that will make you successful”. The list seemed reasonable at first; ”Take care of your friends, take responsibility for yourself, put your family first”. I do these things! Pride filled my disposable dental cloth covered chest. I did not make it through the list before I jumped to the last suggestion. The last item on the list should be the most helpful to the success-seeking individual! “Only do things that would make your mother proud”. I stopped and started to think of “only doing things that would make my mother proud”. The assistant finished the gag reflex inducing x-rays. He asked me how I was doing.
I responded. I am not exactly sure what I said because my brain was committed to another process. He told me to stay in the chair. The dentist would be with me soon. He had just finished tending to my manager’s fine set of teeth.
I do many things that my mom would be somewhat non-committal about or might have only been proud of for one short week during my early development. Eating, walking, saying “excuse me”… but the past 35 years or so were filled with things that she would either not be proud of or even horrified by. I could not even think of my mother staring over my shoulder after a night of fulfilling lovemaking and saying “honey, I am so proud of you!” or patting me on the back after using the toilet successfully .
Item number 22, told me something I felt already. It confirmed that, in the logic of common wisdom, I am some grand failure.
My thoughts were interrupted by the voice of my manager asking for a sticker and a toy. I got out of the chair quickly to see what he had scored. The assistant asked me if I was OK… All I could think of was, “no, I am NOT OK! I am a failure!” . I said, “I am ok, I just want to see what kind of stickers you have.”
Brett was riffling through the box of toys to the joy of the two attractive assistants. They tried to hide their amusement by asking him where his next “gig” was. He found a toy car and I headed back to my station. Attractive assistants, stickers, toys and obvious respect because of his “Rock Star” status. I can see why Brett liked this place.
I got back to the chair as the dentist arrived. He was effeminate and had magnifying scopes on his eyeglasses that reminded me of “Silence of the Lambs”. “It opens its mouth and turns its head to the right…no! it turns its head to the other right!”
After 30 minutes of prodding and speaking in dentist code about buckles, occlusions and amalgams he told me that the dream about my teeth falling out was a common one. My teeth are fine but “they need to do some work”.
I asked him if his mother would be proud of everything he did. He was a doctor and obviously successful. He did not answer and went on to talk about gingivitis.
On top of discovering my “mother issues”, I also found out I have cavities and need “scaling”, I would rather sink money into some cool fun thing than my teeth and Brett got to the coolest toy before me.
I am going to pay to get my teeth fixed. I am starting to make number 22 a reality. Mom will be proud and I will be successful!
wenchielostelf
2005-12-27 11:27 pm (local) (link)
HAHAHAHA omg I cannot quit laughing! I would have sworn that I wrote this if I didn't know that I hadn't. HAHA I cannot believe how much of this is EXACTLY how I process the world. OMG OMG LOL. This is all just way too much! Oh and I am really starting to understand why people look at people like us the way they do! Not that I would give anything in the universe to change how 'we' are, but I truly do see now why they always have that confused look.....
kusarinashi
2005-12-28 01:06 am (local) (link)
I know! and then we are confused by their confused look...which creates our special odd confused look that could be translated into anything from "I want to suck your toes" to "fuck off...you anoy me!" in their brains... Of course we are not supposed to be able to read the special hidden confused look that their face reveals to us that most people do not see...leading to yet another round of confused looks this continues like one of those cool mirrors from the 70s that looked infinate...and becomes so intensly fascinating that we start hyperfocusing which comes with a unique expression that looks like..."I want to have sex with your feet!" or "Tonight while you sleep..I am gonna do you in!"...they are either really freaked out or turned on at this point and we are are clueless...the strange vibe lasts for weeks :)
Yeah... it is unprofesional to walk with an obvious lilt at work...to attempt seductive looks at the wrong people (which probably comes off as something psycho...and only turns on the psycho element)...I sometimes wonder if my face says "hello I like you" in psycho facial expression... regardless... I don't even understand what a psycho is...because they are probably just fascinating people in my mind...oh well...good thing I am clueless or I would be mortified :)
wenchielostelf
2005-12-28 02:39 am (local) (link)
I cannot quit laughing! This is just so perfect! Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!! LOL!
Please send help if they cart me off to the loony bin for uncontrollable laughing at 2:30am! :) hahahaaa!
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kusarinashi (kusarinashi) replied to your LiveJournal comment in which you said:
I was born in Eugene does that count? :p Don't suppose it does, but .... hehe
Their reply was:
time, distance and money are all abstractions... And they cause me great difficulties because I simply do not store them.
Eugene...ah yes... I bet we have crossed paths... not actually met.
7 years I lived in Eugene, the only person who could "unwittingly" offend hippies :) I am sure the people who did...did so wittingly. I never tried, lol! In fact I still don't even understand why people label themselves such odd things... I must consult the models...ah yes...marking. Lots of non-ADD aspies in the tribes...easily offended by outsiders...something I always am...but you know that too :)
You can be my long? distance? unlabeled connection :) Much better than a GF!
