Gad, I want a new brain
I can’t believe I haven’t thought of this before.
Well, scratch that, I know full well that it was because of this stupid MS stealing my brain’s RAM, making dealing with new information difficult at best. Old info, hey, no problem, I can talk about airplanes, both full size and models, all day long. In fact, I can jabber like the village idiot about any old data I’ve learned. I can spell antidisestablishmentarianism without breaking a sweat. But new data, not so much.
I’m serious when I talk about MS stealing my brain’s RAM. Confronted by a bunch of new data…like poring over all those fine print links to supposedly charitable resources…makes me lock solid, just like when you ask an obsolete computer to multitask. Oh, the ol’ CPU is just fine, but when I try to digest new stuff, especially a lot of it, I feel like I’m swimming in thick pudding.
So, three years after getting my Element, it suddenly occurs to me that maybe, just maybe, the zillions of members of the Honda Element Owner’s Club, which I joined weeks before even getting Miss Leeloo (that’s her name), might be sympathetic to the cause…getting me able to drive my own Element. I just wrote an appeal to post links to this blog on their member forums, and I bet it’ll be OK with the moderators overseeing them. Gee, not much of an oversight, just thousands of likely sympathetic folks who might be inclined to hit one of these PayPal ‘Donate’ buttons and drop a few bucks in the kitty…that I only just thought of.
Yep, I want a new brain, one that doesn’t lock up if you look at it crosseyed. One that recognizes hunger signals so I can have an appetite. One that doesn’t make me a basket of nerves when trying some new activity.
Even one that was on sale at a K-Mart blue light special would be an improvement.