More sleep, more memory

An article at UncommonDescent was mocking sci-fi writers for inadequate imagination. There’s a zero percent chance that aliens would look like humans with only slight differences, like Mr Spock’s ears.

I commented that good sci-fi authors did try to imagine genuinely strange aliens, and added that even sci-fi toys were more imaginative than Spock. I mentioned a toy called ‘Cosmo the Merry Martian’, which was an octopus-like critter that could climb walls with its suction-cup wheel.

After posting the comment, it didn’t feel right somehow. I checked Ebay and couldn’t find the Cosmo toy at all, but did find a comic book called ‘Cosmo the Merry Martian’. If you can’t find something on Ebay, you’re probably not remembering it right.

Then I took a nice long midday nap. After the nap, the correct name was immediately available. Orby, not Cosmo.

And sure enough:

In previous years I often noticed this tight correlation of fact memory with sleep. A memory is wrong or unavailable until I get enough sleep, and then the correct name pops up. I hadn’t noticed this effect recently, perhaps because the unending “virus” torture chamber maintains a high baseline of stress overriding all other effects.

Needless to say, my hands and senses remember Orby perfectly. The suction-cup wheel was slightly off-center, so you could feel each revolution as you pulled the string and wound up the mainspring. After you placed Orby on a smooth surface like a refrigerator or window, the wheel slapped down each suction cup before the previous one came loose.

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I couldn’t resist animating Orby.