Oh, right

And now I get to write something for today’s actual prompt (today’s prompt arrived three hours late, and I posted Rooting for Dudley as a fill-in earlier today).

Now onto the actual prompt for today:

Let’s assume we do, in fact, use only 10% of our brain. If you could unlock the remaining 90%, what would you do with it?

Count cards to a six-deck chute. All of the cards (not just face cards) and not just estimating probability, working with the exact probabilities updating in real-time following each card flip.

Of course, that would undoubtedly lead to a short career that ended violently, so let’s pass on that first gut-instinct answer.

Assuming eidetic memory as a given:

Let’s learn to play every instrument in the orchestra. Sure–talent; just knowing the mechanical aspects doesn’t make you a prodigy–but it’s hell of a start. Remembering every score helps, too.

Prince (or the Artist Formerly Known As, or whatever) is the polymathic sort of musician I’m envisioning. Played and arranged 27 instruments on his first album…yeah, I could do that kind of thing for a living.

I’m assuming it would be fairly easy for an eidetic to jump instruments.

Of course, no one claiming to have long-term eidetic memory has ever been able to prove  it, so…who knows what sort of weirdness becomes possible?

It’s even a stretch to assume more ‘brain use’ results in these borderline super-powers, but hey, it’s my post. Go play with your own assumptions.

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Brain Power

Rooting for Dudley

At risk is an unbroken streak lasting several months—of daily blog entries. That certainly doesn’t sound like any big deal, to some of you, but it’s an established pattern that gets me out of bed and eagerly preparing to write.

But there’s always the possibility that no prompt will appear. It’s happened before, the looming spectre of a missing prompt, or a pingback issue. Of course, we can stand on our own feet and create our own topics…but what happens to the audience? Some of them link in through DP (and DP alone), many newer blog readers would probably never discover us at all if not for those pingback lists.

The villain is irregular delivery. By all available evidence, someone needs to arrive at work, log on, and launch the next post. I know, because most mornings, I check in at 7 A.M. (my time), and a fresh prompt is waiting. Except on the days when there isn’t. Someone’s morning coffee chat ran a little long? Traffic delays? That Starbucks crew failed?

We don’t know, we’re never told.

So there are days (as today) when the villain captures my prompt, and ties Sweet Nell to the railroad track of uncertainty. He twirls his mustache and poses for the camera, in his black cape.

Will Dudley Do-Right arrive in time to save the day?

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s thrilling conclusion!

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As of this moment, Snidely Whiplash looks like he’s going to get away clean. A travesty of Canadian Justice!

Robyn, how did we do?

Better late than never?