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

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more then what i don't understand what you could possibly mean this stuff is going to help me control my focus much more i will type so i get less emotional with my lack of focus or it being very rudely interrupted by naughty people that don't know they are so I tell them they are and i get way more more emotional and can make my words and thoughts be perfectly understandable to everyone in the world with this wonder drug called ritalin i don't want have to talk about metaphors semaphores binary urinary, proteins and the neutrino benefits of muffins but I will anyway and completely stay on subject this stuff is working great don't you think I think so too and how are you mr kite i find lacing it up with coffee sugar high fructose by the way products dutifully laced with mega doses of caffeine to be an assist as well as have you seen mr jones around lately my batteries in the camera aren't working i'd like to take a picture of me typing with both hands and I have cord laying here and I don't know what to plug it into but don't care because i want to go to great out doors and see if it has lock on it or you can just open the great door to the out it might be made of wood or glass and I won't know till i see it now i figured you would agree with all of this and it is way cheaper then clocks with no hands so much to do and so little time i would write more because more has to be written but i need to spin around in my chair for a half hour to get another new perspective on life I have no idea why it is just the correct thing to do and very compelling so bye weeeeeeee weeds oh damn there is a dead weed outside and i just noticed that this stuff is amazing works great weeeeeeeds oh dear now I see more the more I spin it is almost like not seeing the forest for the weeds or herbage as it might be parsley rosemary and time it could be time in reverse I will spin the other way and tell you later

excellent! I have those 'accommodations' in place for me at my company. They were more than happy to help with it too; because of a tendency to have annual perfect attendance and highest adherence and availability with 97% accuracy. (yeah, 97%, I guess I am not as pure an Aspie as I think I am.) they were ok with what ever I wanted, now that I think about it.

Merle

For Postie: this, from 1:23 to 2:02.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljcCsK1BmJ4[/youtube]

And for Richie, this.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zDonSwXPUZU[/youtube]

How did this become public? Only people in the cafe knew. We've got a mole!

They only work if you already have a job to call accommodations on. I spoke for a half hour with the rehab counselor and she's more than willing to assist the kid, but as for getting jobs - the interview is in the way. And she's pure Aspie in interviews.

She qualifies for an "A" certification (I think that's what it's called) for federal employment - or will when she gets her letter from voc rehab - and that qualifies her to be hired under the federal special hiring authority. Might not help, but the Navy has a lot of civilian jobs here and she's a certified typist (close to 60WPM), and they are supposed to hire a certain percentage of "A" certified people per year, so.

Whatever, it'd get her out of the house for a while. She stays at home and knits all day, every day, and then wants me to take her places in the evening, when I come dragging back in from having worked a 10 hour shift. And am dog tired. My house looks like a bomb went off in it, as she started working to clean/organize her spare room, which was four feet deep in "stuff" of hers (mostly clothes, but a lot of crafts stuff and just plain stuff) and pulled a lot of it out into my living room. A week ago, and hasn't done another thing with it. An ultimatum is forming here....

Yea! Gromit! (The four-legged one, sorry Gromit.)

Two approaches:
1. *AHEM* "At risk of displaying the asperity aspect of my Asperger's - aspire to clean this up, or you'll be accusing me of aspersing your organizational skills elsewhere. Don't make me start casting Aspergians."

2. "Bond. Gromit Bond. And Ritalin Postie. Yep - I know 'em. Don't make me use them. And their duck tape."
(I'm not sure what this threat means exactly, but perhaps obscure threats will amplify her brain fog, and she'll clean up her mess by accident.)

so! (smacks forehead) that's what's going on!

you put it all so succinctly, Chuck!

Merle

Yup, Ms Ritalin is a touchy one. (Actually would prefer a time release [humm, time release, that could be fun to play with ] , but not sure they have it where I get sent.) Yes she is. Ain't the fog so much, it's the fall out from the fog I had noticed on that hypo manic. Mr Lamotrigine has done wonders, both pro and con. That's the crux of most all of this anyway, weigh the pros and cons. Doctor Mars doesn't like this combo all too much and very seldom goes this way. Some real over lapping in there and things can be mistaken for others. More then a few things could come of this. Brain fog? Hell I like parts of it. It's the getting all pissed off and other emotions from getting side tracked doing really simple things that I had noticed, when they became all the more amplified on that last ride. It goes further then that little snippet. But SwampBlossom doesn't need to hear it and get the fall out from it, even though it isn't really directed at her to begin with. Not so worried about the spiraling chaotic thought pattern, well that's what others think, they will still be there, just more underlying, perhaps. It's a huge break through just to get Doc Mars anyway, she listens. I don't do this s**t lightly, been on the med route for god know how long. And was on Ms Ritalin before, some 9-10 years ago and took a ride to zombie land in a hand basket, but not because of Ms Ritalin. They just rediscovered that part, when I smacked em on the head. I told Doc Mars right from the start I'd try to control all of this, I told her no one there was, so someone had to do it. She had to re-look at my med records, bible size, to see I had been on it before, she didn't know that. Going to be interesting.

Bible size med records, HAH!! And all of the Fort Hood stuff isn't there. Got on the phone and found a guy and he's going more directed paper work to find the missing records and if they can't find them? He said he has "friends" still at Hood. Gulf War vet. I knew what he meant and he knew I did. We f*****g cheat, f**k the officers and proper channels. I still have no idea why Doc Mars wants me to go with the direct service connection, but what the hell she said the magic word, money. I don't see it, but if Doc Mars says so, who the hell am I to argue? I mean what the f**k I paid my dues and taxes, many times over. I asked them very nicely not to draft me. Even told them I was pretty f****d up. Guess they didn't believe me. Can we say warm body? Yes I knew we could. I even offered my skills as a door gunner and they gave me 2 weeks leave time I didn't have coming. Military Intelligence at work, say one thing and they'll do the opposite, go figure. Ritalin effect I guess.

Since we seem to have one, there may be more Luckily there is cultural knowledge of this, Moleosophy. While I wouldn't want to culture any more, myself, I will admit I have brought more than one in here. They are bonded Gromit. Embrace the mole Gromit. Kiss em right on the lips.

Methinks you already have. Just don't fall in love. If you think it's hard to find a person to perform same sex marriages, well let me tell you something, I will do it and do it for free. And if anybody thinks for a second I don't have the right paper work for it, well ok. Not my problem, yours. It depends on which State you live in anyway.

State of perpetual disorganisation, here. My loungeroom is in a similar condition to Nan's: knee-deep in boxes of craft supplies, DVDs and games, and miscellaneous junk. I feel like the guy who says, "Honey, we have to buy a new car! The ashtrays of this one are full."

Yesterday I tried Nan's beef marinade, the one with soy sauce, lime juice & ground cumin. I did the whole thing on the stove top in a frying pan, so I left out the salt that was called for, figuring the soy sauce would provide enough of that, which it did. There was a lot of liquid in amongst the onions and meat. I boiled the hell out of it until it was starting to get syrupy and everything else was turning brown, then I threw in some flour and water. The resulting gravy was very tasty with a distinct acid bite from the lime juice. The whole thing was excellent with rice and mixed vegies. There were no leftovers.

I don't need to. I'm a big boy, now. I have goons to do the kissing for me. It's more hygienic. For me, anyway.

I might point out that the cultured Evil Overlord is easily identified by a discerning taste in henchpeople. Decorative as well as practical. Or if not decorative, at least there should be a certain style.

You have read the Rules for the Evil Overlord, haven't you, Gromit?

Naturally. I recite them at least once a day, complete with sub-clauses and corollaries. Live by the sword, let others die by the sword, that's my motto.

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