The Dino-Aspie Ex-Café (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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for me... for meeee ... for meeeeee [echo receding in the distance]

Lurking & Stimming

...have you ever found yourself running and running - and getting nowhere?



(this happens in my dreams alot - especially if I am running away from monsters...)

i am teaching in a school that never stops, that's my dream the last weeks,
wonder where i get this idea from ?

Ho ho!! ! Well, from the dream fairies, of course!
One of which I am on Wednesdays. Gromit's got Thursdays, so he'll be busy tonight.
Postie takes over Fridays, Richie takes Saturdays.
Lau takes every other Monday, unless he is star gazing.
When we go on vacation, we play the "recurring run away but get nowhere" dream tape.
We've been on vacation lately, ....hence, your recurring run away from work dream.
(You do the dream effects on Sundays, don't you Sarah? I always dream geometric art on Sundays.)

Speaking of delusional....

Moi?

yah, vou.

entre nous, c'est vous, aussi

Merle

who is FASCINATED by http://www.feralchildren.com/en/index.php

...delusional!?!.... Well! ...hrrrm, huuuummmm...
Merle's feral children raised by ostriches reminds me of a tragic kid I met in a zoo once - many years ago. I think it was the Cincinnati zoo, because I was there to observe their albino alligator. I know it wasn't the zoo in New Jersey, because it is illegal to give monkeys cigarettes in New Jersey, and I remember seeing at the zoo with the albino alligator a zookeeper shaking an open box of Camels (the kind of Camel that you smoke - not the 'ship of the desert' type that you might also find in a zoo ...well, this could get confusing - let's just call them Winstons) shaking an open box of Winstons at a chimp and whispering "Go ahead", while looking over his shoulder, "take one".

Or maybe it wasn't Winstons, because soon after smoking they both mellowed out and started munching a mound of bananas that the zookeeper had slung over his back. I was hungry, so I walked up, said hello, pulled three bananas off the stalk, passed one to the chimp and one to the zookeeper, helped myself to one, and then asked directions to the albino alligator exhibit. The chimp indicated the correct direction, we fist bumped, and I was on my way.

That's why I think it was Cincinnati - the chimp was the only inhabitant there with any sense of direction, as I recall.

Anyhoo, I soon found myself staring through a dirty glass-enclosed half underwater/half above water exhibit.

Peering though the algae-green glass, I could make out a white form floating near the surface in the middle of the exhibit - motionless. If you didn't know it was an albino alligator, you might have mistaken it for a sun-bleached log! Except it didn't have a tail, and looked remarkably like an 8 year old boy. I gently tapped on the glass to see if I could attract his attention. Swimming so motionlessly it was impossible to discern whether or not he was alive, the boy eventually bobbed against the glass right in front of me, log-like, when suddenly, with lightning strike swiftness, he fixed one of his reptilian eyes on me!

I would like to say that I did not scream like a girl and pass out, and may not have, for all I know. But when I came to and got back on my feet, the boy was still there - staring at me!

I turned to run to get help for the boy, who was bound to be an alligator snack any moment, tripped over the Reptile House janitor, and went sprawling. The janitor helped me up, told me he had come over to check about the little girl he had heard screaming, let me babble and point for a few moments, then calmed me down. That's when he told me the albino alligator boy's tragic tale.

You see, he had been raised in the Bayou by a herd of snapping turtles , maybe after a plane crash - who knows? But from infancy on, the snappers raised him. A group of biologists found him when he was 5 or thereabouts, and after a horrific battle with the snappers, separated him from their pack and brought him back to civilization.

Trouble was, owing to imprinting the kid thought he was a snapper.

"Yep, you'd best keep your hands away from that young'un", gestured the janitor, with what was left of his thumb. "I've seen him chomp clean through a mop handle, and he hasn't even got his second set of teeth yet."

"Why is he in the albino alligator exhibit?", I asked.

"Well we couldn't exactly pass him off as a snapper now, could we? Pretty easy to see that he doesn't have no shell ain't it?!"

I could see the wisdom in his words.

I sat and watched the boy for a while, who eventually swam off in a different direction. How tragic, I thought, that he would forever be known mistakenly as the natural enemy of his own kind. Thankfully, I thought, he will never know.