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Mar. 8th, 2013 07:11 amPrinted up a copy of my lottery policy to show Mom, so as to reassure her that I have no intention of raising the limit on how much I spend as lotto money each time we go somewhere.
Marie has sunburn, and is spending the weekend at home with us. Mom went to the airport to pick her up last night, and Brian came home with Janine and fixed themselves some dinner while she was out. They noticed my set of rules, which was laying on the table.
Not long after Mom came home, she asked them and Marie if they saw my rules for gambling and the algorithm that I use to determine which scratch card brand I aim for next time I make an over-the-counter transaction. She mistakenly said that I don't like PowerBall, but I told them that that isn't true per se; just that I don't like waiting for something to be over that I'm probably never gonna win, and more importantly, I like having a variety (same reason why I use dice, coins, and the second digits of my watch to decide stuff in video games). Semi-weekly games are for if either I get a 1 on RandomInteger.org when deciding my next choice or I go somewhere that only sells tickets, and which game I actually play would depend on which one happens to be ending on that day of the week and how much money I've brought to gamble with. (PowerBall would be on Wednesdays and Saturdays, if I have $2-3 and choose that over New York Lotto.)
While we were on the subject, we also brought up how similarly fascinated I used to be with company names and car brands (not the actual companies or cars themselves) during 1st and 2nd grades. Similarly still, I was also fond of icons/symbols/whichever word you'd prefer. For example, I used to carry around this wholesale catalog*, which had a legend consisting of 1-4 $ signs, a telephone, a United States flag, and a maple leaf. We also used to have this wooden puzzle of the United States of America, which under the pieces had a whole bunch of symbols representing stuff like peanuts, corn, wheat, cattle, agriculture, petroleum, mining, cars, etc. (Marie didn't understand what we were talking about, and we told her that she was no older than three at the time.) Mom guessed that what it is with me is some kind of controlled variety.
(*The catalog was something I used to read letters from, in order to decide (based on their numerical place in the alphabet) how things play out in games I made up for The Catalog, as opposed to the aforementioned devices I use instead nowadays. And yes, that is what I named "The Catalog" after, though only after Mom wrote "Be Our Guest" on one of the pages, clarifying the name of a certain number from Disney's Beauty & the Beast (instead of "We Are Guess", which I thought the song was called), back when it all started with the cast from just that movie inhabiting our house.)
(What we described two paragraphs above was actually something I described to Mom the other day, in comparison to my fondness of scratch cards. She told me that this form of OCD is exactly why it occurred to her to have me diagnosed for autism. For example, she remembers me spending hours with the United States puzzle when I was two.)
Also mentioned something about my fondness of seeing which games, game systems, and/or anime I refer to in each entry I write on this blog. Marie asked me if I have any classification for games, and I told her that it's mainly systems that they go to. This is actually something I emailed Chelle about recently in hopes of understanding better, though she still has yet to get back to me about it.
(Chelle, when you read this, I hope you can make that the next thing you get out of your way, if you're not working on anything personal. There is a certain entry from several months ago I intend to edit, but not until I write an entry about the whole thing, so as to include your two cents on the subject and have an entry to link to and explain with once I make the edit.)
Marie has sunburn, and is spending the weekend at home with us. Mom went to the airport to pick her up last night, and Brian came home with Janine and fixed themselves some dinner while she was out. They noticed my set of rules, which was laying on the table.
Not long after Mom came home, she asked them and Marie if they saw my rules for gambling and the algorithm that I use to determine which scratch card brand I aim for next time I make an over-the-counter transaction. She mistakenly said that I don't like PowerBall, but I told them that that isn't true per se; just that I don't like waiting for something to be over that I'm probably never gonna win, and more importantly, I like having a variety (same reason why I use dice, coins, and the second digits of my watch to decide stuff in video games). Semi-weekly games are for if either I get a 1 on RandomInteger.org when deciding my next choice or I go somewhere that only sells tickets, and which game I actually play would depend on which one happens to be ending on that day of the week and how much money I've brought to gamble with. (PowerBall would be on Wednesdays and Saturdays, if I have $2-3 and choose that over New York Lotto.)
While we were on the subject, we also brought up how similarly fascinated I used to be with company names and car brands (not the actual companies or cars themselves) during 1st and 2nd grades. Similarly still, I was also fond of icons/symbols/whichever word you'd prefer. For example, I used to carry around this wholesale catalog*, which had a legend consisting of 1-4 $ signs, a telephone, a United States flag, and a maple leaf. We also used to have this wooden puzzle of the United States of America, which under the pieces had a whole bunch of symbols representing stuff like peanuts, corn, wheat, cattle, agriculture, petroleum, mining, cars, etc. (Marie didn't understand what we were talking about, and we told her that she was no older than three at the time.) Mom guessed that what it is with me is some kind of controlled variety.
(*The catalog was something I used to read letters from, in order to decide (based on their numerical place in the alphabet) how things play out in games I made up for The Catalog, as opposed to the aforementioned devices I use instead nowadays. And yes, that is what I named "The Catalog" after, though only after Mom wrote "Be Our Guest" on one of the pages, clarifying the name of a certain number from Disney's Beauty & the Beast (instead of "We Are Guess", which I thought the song was called), back when it all started with the cast from just that movie inhabiting our house.)
(What we described two paragraphs above was actually something I described to Mom the other day, in comparison to my fondness of scratch cards. She told me that this form of OCD is exactly why it occurred to her to have me diagnosed for autism. For example, she remembers me spending hours with the United States puzzle when I was two.)
Also mentioned something about my fondness of seeing which games, game systems, and/or anime I refer to in each entry I write on this blog. Marie asked me if I have any classification for games, and I told her that it's mainly systems that they go to. This is actually something I emailed Chelle about recently in hopes of understanding better, though she still has yet to get back to me about it.
(Chelle, when you read this, I hope you can make that the next thing you get out of your way, if you're not working on anything personal. There is a certain entry from several months ago I intend to edit, but not until I write an entry about the whole thing, so as to include your two cents on the subject and have an entry to link to and explain with once I make the edit.)