1. The name of the movie The Demon Seed (1977). Every single time I want to write something about this I have to search "Dean Koontz movie where the mechanical house wants to f**k the woman" or something.
2. The name of the band Dystopia. Dystopia is a hip stoner/ skater band who I should know off the top of my head. Instead, something about the name refuses to adhere to my brain lining. search "Sabbathy hip band I'm supposed to like"
I can remember the layout of my elementary school including the gym and library, but not these two things.
I can't (or don't care to) remember the first name of my next door neighbor. She's friendly, but we rarely small talk, other than the obligatory "good morning" or so.
Also the word bureaucracy, which I only got because I'm on my phone not my laptop.
Why I walked into the kitchen. Where I put down my glasses. :question:
the name of my favourite jungle track ever... it's either called 'Link' (singular), or 'Links' (plural)...right now I couldn't tell you which it is, so I'm going to look...
- ok it's 'Links'... typically I was siding the other way toward 'Link' in my mind as I was searching. I can never ever remember. I own this track, and been listening to it for the last 30 years lol
This is dark but over the summer we lost two members of our extended family in a terrible domestic accident and I have blacked out all memory of being told that news. I know what the circumstances of my being informed of this horrific incident were and I certainly remember only too well afterwards, but I've come to realize that at some point and for however long it will last, I can't remember the actual moment of finding out about it.
Phone numbers. I gotta write 'em down,
I feel this applies to anyone who's worked in a kitchen, but you always inevitably forget why you walked in to the walk-in refrigerator or freezer.
There's a line out the door, 6 screaming waitresses, a dishwasher yelling at the manager in Spanish, a fry cook not knowing how to cook freaking french fries, and you walk in there to get something...and you go blank...and five minutes pass as you look around, and suddenly it dawns on you that you need a pan of tomatoes and you go back to the line.
I ... umm ... hhmmm... I was going to write something here, but I forgot what it was.