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

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Chuck's work week must be over!!

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nice, i'm already dancing


beautiful lights:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coPcRW1Xm2g&feature=related[/youtube]

a naughty (funny) clip for zannemarie:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2fmo1Sjn7dg&feature=related[/youtube]

love the clue of this clip:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfXrPw38k6A&feature=related[/youtube]

Tell me about it, Zanne. I went to a thread and the ignorance and woowoo made my head spin and my bp go up. And people want to know why I don't want to teach high school, and now college? It's in these threads, and it has nothing to do with ASD's, unless it's the naivete.

Oy. I may not have the biggest brain, but man, I need to find me a closet, too, sometime.

Oh, thank you, and Merle, thank you for that story! That's how I felt, too.

Oh, and there is internet in the closet. I just heard, sozok.

Dark matter is on the History Channel. I feel quite orgasmic!

Good morning/afternoon/evening, all.

In the news today: The FDA has approved the use of cloned meat for human consumption.

http://new.khastv.com/modules/news/arti ... ryid=12255

Time to dig out the vegetarian cookbooks.

If anyone has ideas on keeping warm, I sure could use them. It's -13C (9F) with a wind chill that makes is feel like -24C (-11F). The weather outside is frightful!! Brrrrrr.........

Well, you've seen suicide belts? Make the pockets a bit bigger, so you can put hot water bottles in, instead of the explosives. Perhaps widespread images of hot water bottle belts that would make that sort of pocket belt so unfashionable that only sensible people would wear them, putting only sensible things into the pockets.

On second thoughts, I dread to think what guests of the cafe would consider sensible content for a pocket belt. I think we can take the multitools for granted. What else would there be?

...hmmmm.....
...we'll start you off with some traditional Eskimo winter wear...


...we'll hook-up your house with geothermal...


...we'll build a nice warm-your-heart bonfire on your doorstep.....



...and a hot springs spa in your backyard...


...we'll prepare you a "jalapena surprise" feast, replete with "joke" gasoline Pepsi...


If that doesn't warm you up, there's always the more "traditional" route:
http://www.expedia.com/daily/promos/dea ... pid=7238-1

pocket protectors.

I know you can hardly believe this but I'm not very talkative. In real life that is. Verbally. More of a "Yup." "...Huh.." "...hmmm...." type of talker. If I say anything at all. Which I mostly don't. Comes across as extremely intelligent.
If asked a question, I do best if given the opportunity to consider my answer thoughtfully before speaking. Probably the Cherokee and Crow Indian in me. I'm lousy with off-the-cuff on-the-fly answers.

This week at work a physician named Steve McLaughlin called me and accused our pharmacy as having "stolen his identity". (?)
He raged over the phone for about 15 minutes while I "....hmmmmm...."ed and "....ermmmmm...."ed. Every time I attempted anything more cogent he talked right over me anyway. So I reverted to complete silence. I figured if I let him blow off enough steam, we could begin a more productive conversation. Didn't work. He became more and more enraged, called me stupid, as well as other choice pejoratives, and ended with, "Don't think you are dealing with someone of ordinary intelligence!! !"

Within 30 minutes, he arrived at the pharmacy counter.

Big guy of Irish descent, all fire and intimidation, shaking his finger in my face and yelling at the top of his lungs. I just stood there hoping he would calm down eventually, attempted once to to ask him why he thought that we had stolen his identity, but my normally lousy verbal ability had regressed to an all-time-low absurdly incomprehensible level, and my sentence came out sounding vaguely like: "Hyyyyyyngggg... gg... gg.. ...". Which cracked me up. So I started laughing.

Things went downhill from there.

"You think this is funny?!?"

<laughter of braying donkey>

"You some kind of smart-ass?!?..."

<uncontrollable room-filling guffaws that would not stop no matter how hard I tried, which I didn't try very hard, as it wouldn't have worked anyway, as I kept thinking "Hyyyyyngggg... gg... gg.. ..." and how stupid that sounded...>

...

I used to hate not being able to express my thoughts, but I am finally at peace with myself. Some type of aphasia. Now I just crack me up. The butt of my own "inside joke". So if I someday talk with you guys, garble incomprehensibly and crack up, well, ...I hope you'll understand and forgive me.

...now that you remember, hope you dance and sing the tune to dh again...

Autism Society of Middle Tennessee gave me the names of autism specialists in this area. I called all of them - only one sees adults. Made an appointment to see him tomorrow. So will soon have the "official word" of a physician specializing in diagnosing autism spectrum patients on whether or not I am truly Aspergian.

If not, well, I luvs you-uns anyway!! !

Apparently, I must be interviewed (again), and take a series of tests (which I did not take the first time), and whatever else they normally do.

I will probably enter a one-way mirrored room, where they will observe whether if I pick up the physics book, watch a TV showing soap operas, or play with the basketball...

...then I will enter a hallway with rooms adjacent to each other. One will be filled with raucous people, each trying to talk over one another. The other will be devoid of people - a completely sound-proofed solitary confinement. I get to pick one to enter.

...next I will be given 3 hours of math problems to solve, followed by me listening to someone talk fashion for 3 hours. Which one will make my head explode?

...then they will take a DNA sample from me. I will have one hour to sequence my own genes, develop a clone, and prove my own existence using nothing but standard kitchen appliances.

...finally, the clincher: I will be forbidden to read about, engage in or speak about my perseverations for an entire week.

Holy Hand Grenades

As a matter of fact you do come across as extremely intelligent when speaking.

Oh Chuck, you make me smile when you relate your experiences in life. Berated! Unfairly accused! And you can laugh at your laughter.

Hope you get the diagnosis that is apparent to all of us.

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