This week’s quote is from Charles Stross’s The Atrocity Archives, about an IT guy at a secret paranormal government agency:
In the case of the great circuit of Al-Hazred, the terminator was originally a black goat, sacrificed at midnight with a silver knife touched only by virgins, but these days we just use a fifty microfarad capacitor.
And, of course, there’ll be other people’s cats watching other other people’s cats…
Today’s weird realization: I have a very good sense of timing, but almost no sense of time.
That is to say, I’m pretty good as estimating how long things will take, like whether I have to run to make the light or if I shouldn’t even bother, or whether I can pass someone ahead of me before the sidewalk narrows, or whether I have enough time to accomplish a given activity. I’d like to think I have pretty good comedic timing too, but so much of my interactions are textual now that I don’t even know anymore.
And yet, on the other hand, I have almost no idea how long something took, or how long ago something happened if it was more than a day or two. The only explanation I can think of is that it’s a difference between calculation and some kind of data retrieval that I’m lousy at (i.e., indexed by time rather than association).