Walking through doorways causes forgetting, research shows

[Elder Iptuous]

no, the intent of my doorway thing was simply to make fun of using rituals while walking through doors in order to overcome a small kink in our wiring.
perhaps a better way to do it is simply to remain aware of the effect, and counter with sheer force of metacognition.  i guess you could think of it as some psionic superpower, if it has to be made oddly elaborate to satisfy, though.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Way down the street there's a light in his place
He opens the door
He's got that look on his face
             /

I will forever associate you with that song from now on.   

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

unrelated:
Roger, every time you see a discontinuity in a post and reply 'wat', it makes me think of something like
 
which is odd, but somehow pleasing.

Oddly enough, the same image was in MY head, except it had Nigel and LMNO with big fucking chainsaws, chasing Buddhists around while singing Gerry Rafferty songs.

Your head is a seriously strange and epic place.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

unrelated:
Roger, every time you see a discontinuity in a post and reply 'wat', it makes me think of something like
 
which is odd, but somehow pleasing.

Oddly enough, the same image was in MY head, except it had Nigel and LMNO with big fucking chainsaws, chasing Buddhists around while singing Gerry Rafferty songs.

Your head is a seriously strange and epic place.

It's like having Mr Six live in your cranium, dancing his manic dance on the inside of your eyelids.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Since the doorway thing is a trained response, presumably it wouldn't have the same effect if you walked through the doorway backwards -- you'd be able to impose an entirely different meaning on doing that (which may be why it's part of some funerary rites). Cram's molasses doorway thing on the other hand is an amplified form of the normal doorway response (in addition to taking more time, which probably helps with the short term memory thing if I'm understanding the intent correctly).

Anyone feel like memorizing sequences of numbers and then walking backwards through doors?

hsva wha? 

Also, this for unknown reasons reminded me of being a special order clerk at Borders Books, memorizing ISBNs and running to the stock room to try to find books. There were three doors between my office and the stock room. Ten numbers. Three doors. I suspect the job requires a certain level of autism.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

unrelated:
Roger, every time you see a discontinuity in a post and reply 'wat', it makes me think of something like
 
which is odd, but somehow pleasing.

Oddly enough, the same image was in MY head, except it had Nigel and LMNO with big fucking chainsaws, chasing Buddhists around while singing Gerry Rafferty songs.

Your head is a seriously strange and epic place.

It's like having Mr Six live in your cranium, dancing his manic dance on the inside of your eyelids.

[LMNO]

Way down the street there's a light in his place
He opens the door
He's got that look on his face
             /

I will forever associate you with that song from now on.   

I dare you to guess where that sax solo is coming from.

I DARE YOU.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Way down the street there's a light in his place
He opens the door
He's got that look on his face
             /

I will forever associate you with that song from now on.   

I dare you to guess where that sax solo is coming from.

I DARE YOU.

"Vegetarian Lunch Special"?