Today I learned +

I have been fully under a couple times.

Recovering from the first time was like a series of Polaroids. I opened my eyes, saw my Mom standing over me in the recovery room, then blackness.

A little while later (without any sense of time passing), I opened my eyes, we were in the car, then blackness.

A little while later (without any sense of time passing), I opened my eyes, and we were parked in front of the house, then blackness.

A little while later (without any sense of time passing), I opened my eyes, and I was in the den recliner being stared at by our border collies, then blackness.

Then there was a rapid fire sequence of blackouts interrupted by the younger BC gently draping a soggy rope bone on an extremity, one at a time, until she woke me up completely by hitting me in the face with a wet end of the 5th bone.

I'd suspect that was the amnesiac hitting you harder than it should have rather than the other components, but its possible the hypnotic was being weird too.
 

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This was the "wow" factor for me. They had not hooked anything up to the tube attached to my arm yet at my last memory. I had just scooted myself from the gurney to the operating table and we were adjusting how many pillows to hold up the thing my head was to rest on. I told them that last adjustment to the pillows was good. And then WHAM, sitting angled up in recovery, being told there was a cup of ice at hand if I wanted it.

Yup, sometimes its like that.

I remember feeling great when I came to; and excited when I realized that it was over and how my brain had just skipped the entire thing. My reaction time was a little slow for about two hours afterwards. But I knew where I was, what was going on, I was able to ask cogent questions like what time was it and how it went.

Twilight sleep in particular is like that; you're out and then you're, well, not. My wife says when coming out of it I'm notably cheery and loquatious, but other than that, I'm usually fine.
 

Yup, sometimes its like that.

Twilight sleep in particular is like that; you're out and then you're, well, not. My wife says when coming out of it I'm notably cheery and loquatious, but other than that, I'm usually fine.
The suspected cause of many incubus/succubus reports; sleep paralysis.
 


Today I learned (or rather, my cat learned) that my new-ish acquired soundbar for my tv has an almost-invisible-but-still-present kind-of 'touch-screen' at the top of it. I was unaware of this, until my cat jumped on it (and walked over it) while I was watching television, and suddenly the sound volume went up to three thousand. :LOL:
 
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Untold history lesson I learned today:

“The Fighting Irish” nickname & mascot used by Notre Dame’s sports team
S is NOT based on the stereotype of Irish people being feisty drunks.

It is based on the Notre Dame student body going to downtown South Bend in order to disrupt a 3 day KKK rally and vandalize their headquarters. Klansmen & recruits were harassed, assaulted and unmasked every day of their rally. At the end, the students surrounded the klan headquarters and pelted it with potatoes, breaking all of its windows and a “burning” cross that was festooned with lightbulbs.
 
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The Klan was always something talked about but I rarely met anyone actually involved with it. I remember a day from my childhood when I saw my neighbor in klan robes. This is more than 40 years ago so I might not be totally accurate. There were at least four men there. Two in white robes. I believe one in red and I think one in green. It's the one and only time I ever saw klansmen in garb in person. I didn't know what it was for. I was clueless to Georgia's racist history and at that time, present.
 

Untold history lesson I learned today:

“The Fighting Irish” nickname & mascot used by Notre Dame’s sports team
S is NOT based on the stereotype of Irish people being feisty drunks.

It is based on the Notre Dame student body going to downtown South Bend in order to disrupt a 3 day KKK rally and vandalize their headquarters. Klansmen & recruits were harassed, assaulted and unmasked every day of their rally. At the end, the students surrounded the klan headquarters and pelted it with potatoes, breaking all of its windows and a “burning” cross that was festooned with lightbulbs.

I've always loved that story.

Although the Klan is mostly known for their racism, they were also staunchly anti-Catholic (and anti-Semitic, anti-immigrant, etc., and only grudgingly tolerant of Irish folks who were Protestants)...

So it's not at all surprising that a good chunk of the Notre Dame student body (and probably a couple of the faculty/clergy as well) at the time felt compelled to do something about them.


(The first use of the nickname actually predated the above incident by several decades, but despite being a popular name, it didn't become official until a couple years after the KKK thing.)
 
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I've always loved that story.

Although the Klan is mostly known for their racism, they were also staunchly anti-Catholic (and anti-Semitic, anti-immigrant, etc., and only grudgingly tolerant of Irish folks who were Protestants)...

So it's not at all surprising that a good chunk of the Notre Dame student body (and probably a couple of the faculty/clergy as well) at the time felt compelled to do something about them.
IIRC they started out anti-catholic and then branched out to other forms of bigotry.

Also check out the Weird Little Guys podcast if you want to learn more about the Klan and the Dial-A-Klan hotline.
 

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