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

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Nan hon, you're on your own again tomorrow evening. No Nan and Mom Show for a few days.
It'll have to be the Nan and Chuck Show. That works!

QFT

I shot a bolt off in the air, it fell to earth I know not where. I couldn't convince myself it didn't keep going. I'll show you bolts my pretty and your little cat too.

Geeze Louise... I was going to ask you for the link for the spell checker and I have it on the bar and didn't see it. Doesn't mean I'll use it. Just sort'a depends.

But to add what you said. I also admited going through back pages of the Cafe, way way back and when Chuck first came on. I mean I was so embarressed. I read everything that wasn't real long and Chuck was talking directly at me and some he was inviting me out to play in the Cafe and no post from me back to address him directly or to play back. This went on for days, finally I saw a post that I actually got down in the cafe. I mean I read it, I was answering him in my head, I was writing with what he siad in mind. It was very strange to go back and see that. I think I probably still do that with people here, but honest I really do read everything that isn't really long. Frustrating.

Now I just ignore Chuck on purpose.

oh, and I use QFT for Quoted For Truth

it is what all the 'in crowd' says. . .(batts eyebrows. . .)

Merle,I do have spell check but the problem is,for some reason,it lumps words together...ignores all punctuation(,)or( . )and acts like I was trying to spell it as one word>Do you ever have this problem with it?Most of the times I just forget to use it....."pre-ejacuwriting?"It also tells me that some of my words are not "real" and cant even make a
suggestion..... I had the same problem when I used to try and look up words in the dictionary as a kid.I spelled the word soooo wrong that I would have to look up half the "shi",just to find the word I meant.I dont know to much about dyselxia.I assumed I couldnt have it because I read so much.People on here said....nope,different area of the brain.I do know I am "switch" words,numbers,letters...even when I'm talking.Sometimes I can see my mistakes and sometimes it looks fine to me.I use to lose a whole grade level from poor spelling.


Something that only started since I joined WP and began typing....the whole insane,over use of (...........)and "............".
I know it confuses people but it is like a bizarre tic or compulsion.I think it's because I am talking to people in my head?I never typed "to" people before this site and my brain doesnt seem to understand how to use "voice inflections" or "asides"on-line.It really bothers me if I am using a word that isnt exactly what I mean,so I end up " qualifying" the hell out of everything.I never had this problem writing term papers(though I did in some poetry).

Anyway,I dont plan on doing much writing for the magazine(spell check did at least teach me how to spell magazine Not that I will remember for long).What has always been confusing to me,is how I could be so "ret*d" and sometimes "smart".
AS,cleared up that question but it didnt make it any less frustrating.

I used to think it meant "Quite f***ing true"....

pretty sure the above qualifies as to long in posties world....sorry.My editor is missing in action.

didnt mean you quatermass,your pendantic Im verbose,and never the twain shall meet(At least the ADD among us,hope they never do)

Umm'k here's a perfect example of what I just said.

Krex,

I answered you already about your writing project, just don't look at the one response you got where I quoted you. That was a shiny thing to me. The concept of the chant and it should have been in another section altogether for the intent I ment, so, I have no idea how it went over. See when lau came on and made a comment, I went "yup" in my head and even added a little something I saw lemon write else where, about your project. It never got written down. I have said from my past, I have written a ton, but it wasn't until this current med that it has allowed me to get anything actually in sight. Exceptions to it of course, but not on this level.

I have a rather short attention span on somethings. I get distracted. I have known this about myself for a long time and don't like to commit to a project because of it. What I saw lemon mention was something I had been thinking as well and had tried to get out in a stumbling manor. She claimed her English was poor, bah, she did what I couldn't and I'm supposed to know this. Now what does this all have to do with anything. It's the format, it's the way your project is set up and it may be. I already admited I don't read long things very well. If the format allows for the writers to just kind of jump in at any ol point then it works. The format allows the flow, the blend of the whole, the direction. It isn't the little piece that I write, it's the "chapter" that it fit's in. Chapter being a very poor choice of words, but all I can think of. I don't have chapters in my life, I have moments in time.

....."pre-ejacuwriting?"

AH ha hahahahahahahahah!! !! !


(now THAT sent my spell check spinning

Here's a link merle.I havent created a web page yet.Next week,if I dont get a tec savy volunteer to do it.


http://www.wrongplanet.net/modules.php? ... ic&t=42936


There is also an edited version for the faint of heart,presented by our own posterboy for ADD....Macine1.,just go down the page until you find the second ALF from the top.

There is someone(only two people there interested so far),that I think is a great writer and someone I can certainly relate to.Read some of his links as the Winston Smith and he seems smart,funny and pretty intense.I hope he sticks with the project.

heh, yeah I end up doing what TheMachine1 was so kind enough to do. When I have the need to. I call it being brutal with someone elses writing and it is.

A couple things I would suggest. One, use a forum type site, I think you'll find it easier to read and organize. Two,The sticking point of if the writer is really AS or not. Do they have the paper proof. How many misDXes do you see on this site? I'm one, I'm labeled Bipolar, may even have a touch of it as well. Now have you ever thought the opposite? They have the paper that says they are, but it was a misDX? So where does that leave you? In a magazine format you can have a little paragraph some place that gives the background of the writer (at the beginning or end of what they write or end of the magizine?) and..... maybe some kind of permanent lead-in, in the begining of the magazine as to what needs to be met for those that contribute. Does it even matter if they're AS or not? If what they wrotes, fits the theme, the intent of the magizne then so what. A couple of ideas.

Thanks for the input postie.I dont think "editing" is brutal.I dont write the way I do to annoy people or because I think it's "cool".I cant help it any more than people can help being concise.My brain just does not have an edit button.If it is in there it's all coming out or nothing does,(ever try to selectively vomit>>>oh,just the baked beans,think I'll hang on to the burger and fries.)It would take me hours to slash and burn my research papers in school.I never know what to leave out,what has to be there to get the message across.Maybe it's years of reading the "classics",now those were some wordy bastards,must have gotten paid by the word.





The following is an example of what happens when I try and edit.I call it poetry,(mostly from high school)and early 90's and a few dolls I made.


http://alianoraspie.deviantart.com/

Oh,and good night,off to watch Adult Swim and cuddle the old man and kittys.Sleep well all.(Lets hope I dont wake up tomorrow from a dream of being an all star Quarterback,though I might be better suited then the project at hand.....)

Everything's going over my head at the moment and I have skimmed but can't really take it in.

My eldest daughter is living in Vietnam and I plan to visit her for 2 weeks just after her birthday. I haven't heard for her since Monday. Not long I know, but Tuesday was my birthday and she did not get in contact. She always gets in touch for birthdays.

I don't get worried too easily and put off worrying until now . But now I am worried.

We use skype.

I'm sure I will post in a few days and say everything is all right.

All power to you Krex.

LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS

I have always enjoyed walking where the earth and ocean meet.
It is like walking a temporary compromise in an eternal battle between the land and the sea.

Day or night, it always fascinates me what I find there, the subtle changes from tide to tide,
the often dramatic changes from year to year.

But, lately I have been having many thoughts about cobble beaches.

I don't know why. I haven't walked a beach in many years now, let alone a cobble beach.



When I was young, I was fascinated by the rocks I would find, their different colors and shapes.

And then, knowing that many had been brought from hundreds of miles away,
scoured out of mountains by the glaciers, pushed and ground down,
ever smaller and smaller beneath the great weight of the moving ice,
then deposited in great masses as the glaciers retreated.

And here along the coast, now they are doing battle with the sea,
every day being worn down a little further,
rounded a little further, knicked or cracked or broken
here and there by collisions with other rocks,
until they are reduced to small pebbles, and finally ground into sand.

Each large cobble, each small rock, every pebble, and every grain of sand tells a story of thousands of years
of being pushed and pulled and tossed and turned and thrown about by forces they cannot possibly understand.

And yet, somehow each has survived to create that compromise between the earth and the sea: the beach,
upon which I have so often walked, watching the birds and the surf,
and wondering about so many things.



And somehow, these thoughts lead to the following story.

I am posting it here at the request of Nannarob. I think it suits her motto. So, this is for you, Robyn.

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How Long it Will Take


After the divorce, her teenage daughter became increasingly rebellious.

It culminated late one night when the police called to tell her that she had to
come to the police station to pick up her daughter, who was arrested for drunk driving.

They didn't speak until the next afternoon.

Mom broke the tension by giving her daughter a small gift-wrapped box.

Her daughter nonchalantly opened it and found a small piece of a rock.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Cute Mom, what's this for?"

"Here's the card," Mom said.

Her daughter took the card out of the envelope and read it. Tears started to trickle down her cheeks.

She got up and gave her mom a big hug as the card fell to the floor.

On the card were these words:

This rock is more than 200 million years old.

That's how long it will take before I give up on you.


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Tried to think of the last cobble beach I walked, I couldn't remember when. But seeing the pictures brought me back to the wonders of them.