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Gettin' wit' da program
Mar. 15th, 2005 08:13 pmWorked last night to develop a nifty flashing gif animation for my comments. It's harder than one would think, given the crappy software I have. Essentially, I want a steaming coil of poo, flashing in negative/positive earth tone/background. I got the coil roughed out, and am thinking of flies, but they seem extraneous. I also want a catchy slogan to flash with the poo, something like "The Product of the Mental Essayist", or mental process, or something.
Yea, verily, Virginia, I likey poo. Probably too much.
Some psych major in college explained it once. We are all familiar with the term "anal", but don't often realize that Freud specified two variants of the term, retentive and expulsive. The anal retentive cry as children when they watch their poo flush; they see a part of themselves disappear, and their personalities conform to this loss of self and control. The expulsive like to make poo, share poo stories, flush just to see the poo. They are the outgoing, less concerned with imposing order upon their lives.
So I am proudly anal, but not in any way the retentive would understand. My presence in this life confounds them, a fact that gives me kvell (from Yiddish, roughly translated as "like the sun shining in the pit of your stomach").
Yea, verily, Virginia, I likey poo. Probably too much.
Some psych major in college explained it once. We are all familiar with the term "anal", but don't often realize that Freud specified two variants of the term, retentive and expulsive. The anal retentive cry as children when they watch their poo flush; they see a part of themselves disappear, and their personalities conform to this loss of self and control. The expulsive like to make poo, share poo stories, flush just to see the poo. They are the outgoing, less concerned with imposing order upon their lives.
So I am proudly anal, but not in any way the retentive would understand. My presence in this life confounds them, a fact that gives me kvell (from Yiddish, roughly translated as "like the sun shining in the pit of your stomach").