Happy belated birthday davidd, and congratulations for the nice gift 
seconding neon's thoughts here: there's no place in this universe for toxic bullpoop like "dolls are for girls". That concept is about as obsolete and false as flat Earth.
I the photos of Triv's cave adventure are brilliant! And she is brave - I'm not sure I would have ventured in there. Caves are beautiful, but I prefer them on photos, thank you. They don't go well with my claustrophobia (before someone realises and questions a connection: yes, we did have a class at university that involved visiting caves when I studied geology. I skipped it. Luckily teachers understood it's better for both of us if they don't make me go in there).
The ex-planation itself must have fallen into a wormhole and hasn't yet come back... as much as my degree in natural history makes me skeptic towards most phenomena that don't seem to have a proper scientific ex-planation, I swear there's got to be something like this. With a proper scientific ex-planation, of course, we just haven't found it yet. It has happened to me too many times (even with my forgetful personality) to be coincidence or random. The worst one I can think of was when The Cure, my biggest childhood favourite band, was playing here a few years ago. To secure a good place, I bought my ticket early, about a year before the concert, and approx. 2 weeks before the event I went to take it out of the envelope I store my tickets in, and realised it isn't there. At first it wasn't as scary as it got after a couple of days of search in vain - that's when I started to freak out and had a look at "Plan B": buying another one. But there was a reason I bought mine early: the tickets were sold out by then. Ad sites had a few tickets - for awful prices, in crappy sectors, and I wasn't sure I would have liked to attend the venue in that form. There was one point I even started to question myself and was no longer sure I didn't just dream buying the ticket
After a horrible and desperate week of spending all my free time (including nights, and some of my working time too - one afternoon my boss, who somehow heard about the issue, actually let me home a couple of hours earlier, so that I can look for the ticket. Bless her heart <3 ), I finally found the bloody thing in a box of random papers, mostly from my --- high school years! I don't remember when was the last time I opened up that box, so I just cannot see how the ticket could have ended up there with my help, in a blurry moment I then apparently forgot. It's just too irrealistic, even for my forgetful self. In the end all was well (and The Cure was awesome as always), but I probably aged a lot faster during those 2 weeks...
seconding neon's thoughts here: there's no place in this universe for toxic bullpoop like "dolls are for girls". That concept is about as obsolete and false as flat Earth. I the photos of Triv's cave adventure are brilliant! And she is brave - I'm not sure I would have ventured in there. Caves are beautiful, but I prefer them on photos, thank you. They don't go well with my claustrophobia (before someone realises and questions a connection: yes, we did have a class at university that involved visiting caves when I studied geology. I skipped it. Luckily teachers understood it's better for both of us if they don't make me go in there).
(12-13-2020, 02:01 PM)Alliecat Wrote: Man, I wish I had saved this when I first saw it, and I wish I could find it now... I've tried to google more than once but no joy. There was this terrific ex!planation of why things disappear. It was specifically related to small metal items in workshops. "G.O.N.E." -- Graviton Oscillation Neutrino Emission. The gist of it was that when you dropped a small item it set off some kind of spacetime vibration with the appropriate subatomic particles causing the disappearance of the item into a wormhole. Then something about how with the emission of a neutrino, the item was kicked back into our universe, usually in a different spot. This has happened to me so many times, including in the workshop, I should have a framed version of that theory down there. When I google all I get is "real" physics.
(And this is funny; I just tried again and all I got was a page from this forum from 2016 where I mentioned it before and said basically the same thing, because someone had lost a doll hand!)
The ex-planation itself must have fallen into a wormhole and hasn't yet come back... as much as my degree in natural history makes me skeptic towards most phenomena that don't seem to have a proper scientific ex-planation, I swear there's got to be something like this. With a proper scientific ex-planation, of course, we just haven't found it yet. It has happened to me too many times (even with my forgetful personality) to be coincidence or random. The worst one I can think of was when The Cure, my biggest childhood favourite band, was playing here a few years ago. To secure a good place, I bought my ticket early, about a year before the concert, and approx. 2 weeks before the event I went to take it out of the envelope I store my tickets in, and realised it isn't there. At first it wasn't as scary as it got after a couple of days of search in vain - that's when I started to freak out and had a look at "Plan B": buying another one. But there was a reason I bought mine early: the tickets were sold out by then. Ad sites had a few tickets - for awful prices, in crappy sectors, and I wasn't sure I would have liked to attend the venue in that form. There was one point I even started to question myself and was no longer sure I didn't just dream buying the ticket
After a horrible and desperate week of spending all my free time (including nights, and some of my working time too - one afternoon my boss, who somehow heard about the issue, actually let me home a couple of hours earlier, so that I can look for the ticket. Bless her heart <3 ), I finally found the bloody thing in a box of random papers, mostly from my --- high school years! I don't remember when was the last time I opened up that box, so I just cannot see how the ticket could have ended up there with my help, in a blurry moment I then apparently forgot. It's just too irrealistic, even for my forgetful self. In the end all was well (and The Cure was awesome as always), but I probably aged a lot faster during those 2 weeks...
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