Comments by "B Nic" (@bnic9471) on "Five Strange Facts about Me" video.

  1. My oldest memory was decoding my own nuclear DNA, in utero, so there.
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  2. I have rH-negative blood, and the street light thing happens a lot around me, but it strikes me as a half-baked theory. As if someone noticed a bit of a correlation, and because "negative" also denotes electrical polarity, it looks causative enough for some people. Well, ya gotta talk about something on comments threads, by golly.
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  3. At my first job, when I was 15, I drew comics based on the supper club where I worked. They were funny to some of us, anyhow. Once, I had Carl Sagan show up and get into a hair-pulling fight with Bonnie, the kitchen manager. She was a pill.
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  4. You can do it this way: from 20 feet away, focus both eyes on something small, such as a light switch plate. With both eyes open, outstretch your arm fully and hold your thumbtip over the plate. Close left eye. Is your thumb still covering the switchplate? Your right eye is dominant. Closing your right eye, then, your POV should paralax your thumb off to the right of the switchplate. If, when you close your right eye, and your thumb stays over the plate, then your left eye is the dominant one. I suppose you could do the very same thing at a pistol range using your iron sights over a faraway bullseye. Turned out that my son shoot a long guns left-handed, but prefers his right hand for most tasks, and yes, his left eye is the dominant one.
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  5. Me too. It all began when my husband purchased a box of Hungarian-manufactured light bulbs. Could it be supernatural? <g>
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  6. Hmm. Just been checking the back catalogue after a couple of years' of sporadic listening about current events. This video made me laugh in recognition, numerous times. I'm at least 2 decades older, and female, and my son is almost 2 decades younger, but our school trajectories seem very similar to that of Styx, thanks to "raging ADHD" and precocity. My son and I therefore also had close brushes with "the SPED shed" (literally a bunch of separate barracks at my Milwaukee school in the 1970s). We were bored and on strike as students, as well as disruptive and even subversive. I drew little SF icons of what I called "bug-eyed monsters," which were in demand by my fellow 10 y.o. classmates. The boy classmates, anyhow. My kid was fascinated with the mechanics/physics of automobile collisions, and would endlessly sketch crumpled cars, make stop-action videos of matchbox car crashes, etc., horrifying his teachers. Cel Damage was his first video game, then Minecraft . . . I am too old for video games other than the kind that separated me from quarters, but back in 1980, in the first computer class my HS offered, I became obsessed with programming graphics routines in BASIC on computers so primitive, they had tape drives and were powered by kerosene, I think. My son, at 15, still has a penchant for wearing military garb (Mussolini, not Hitler) and really stupid costumes. Got him in trouble at school, and I may grouse at him yet, if he comes home from school with a Magic Marker moustache on his lip. Then there's the sophisticated, inappropriate-for-school humor. But anyway . . . Between my son and me, we have Styx' other oddities covered, too. The streetlight thing happens to me not every day, but every week, and it has made me wonder, at times. Came to ride bike late, at age 10, but that probably had more to do with being the youngest child in a not-affluent family. Finally grew into my sister's Triumph at 10. My considered opinion is that a reasonably coordinated adult unable to ride bike is probably just over-thinking the matter.
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