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Has he shown up at your house yet?


Being an attorney does not guarantee one does not break the law. Quite the opposite in fact. <passes the riding crop> If he comes here, swat him. Men like that just want to be beaten. <wink>

Sigh. I guess we'll need another rubber suit since Karl is currently occupying that one.

True, you need only remember this. A six pack of beer and a truck full of rednecks and you don't need a lawyer to get your divorce...or anything else for that matter. I have some rednecks, complete with pitbulls sleeping in the middle of their dirt road, right down the street for your convenience. I do believe they are the ones who made a sign in magic marker that reads, "Bull Riding, Every Sat. Night, 8 PM. I've always wanted to go see that just to see them all in one place, but I'm sure I would feel sorry for the bull.

Does anyone remember the net trolls circa 1996? They were bad. I suppose we should understand getting fixated on someone, but I only get fixated on my characters.

I'm finally legit in here (turned 40 on Saturday). And it looks like the posts are getting shorter too.


Can I get more than a crumb now?

I'm thinking he is wishing there is this secret side of me that will do exactly that to him. <rolls eyes> He's annoying. He thought he could come live me and dh. I can already tell he talks too much and he certainly touches too much. If he doesn't behave, I will take him home to dh and let him handle it.

Bazza,

Are you OCD?

Zanne sits in the egg chair and listens to the Moody Blues. Who left this on? I think my egg chair cracked. Coffee dude brings over the foot stool and puts my feet on it. Thwap! Don't touch the feet! Go let Karl Rover outside. He's been tied up all night again. I'll play catch with him later.

Lau, spiders. EWWWWWWWWW Lupine put that thing away. I have serious arachnaphobia.

And Lau, I tried to warn you about those self-tanning lotion, although I suspect that orange color is the red dye from the spam. That stuff is so nasty. I remember my mother didn't want me to go over to my friend's because her mother let them eat spam. She would tell me not to eat that nasty stuff because it was made of unidentifiable parts. Then, she would promptly grind up all sorts of parts to make sausage and whatever else Germans make. NASTY! Never watch food actually prepared or you will never eat again!

I think we should all live on space food sticks.

Moody Blues? Umm I might have, says there's 6.1 hours of their music on this machine. One of the main reasons I was excited about going to Woodstock and they never showed. I was bummed, lol.

Coffee Dude? Hell, use him as the foot stool, sheezus, must I teach you to be cruel too? You let Karl out for a walk and I'll tie em to my dogs, bound, gagged and hobbled, he'll be fun to watch.

Parts is good. Scrapple, umm yummy, got to find the little penna dutch family run butcher shops to get the good stuff.

I ate space food one time, we called them c-rations. It filled a space and that's about it. Now that stuff is scary, it has a shelf life longer then twinkys. I mean this stuff was left over from Korea. I did enjoy throwing the fruit cake, it was armor piercing. It was lethal I tell you.

Okay, who's going to pay for getting spit and cheese out of my laptop? Yowler...that pic of Lau almost did me in.

Yes, the Spam song is our unofficial theme until someone remembers the words to "Nights In White Satin"...

And, yes! Happy Birthday to Calandale! And hi to our newbies!!

Karl Rove in latex? I have to go scrub my eyes with steel wool. Ugh. Cheryl Crow should have grabbed something else, and jerked it off, but oh, well.

Ahayes, can you be temporary coffee-dude? Current coffee dude is following ZanneMarie around and begging to touch. Do you know what a pink zebra is?

And just for those who follow such things, I am having a party when the poles reverse, and serving pineapple upside down cake. And Spam.

And Lau--I thought when you posted that you were hit by bats, I thought, oh noes!! And had a vision of thugs with cricket bats....ah. Nope-it was little furry flying rats. I don't know if that's any better. And congrats on the spider walk. What did it feel like.

Whats legit mean? Legal? We're about as illegal as they come. Banned in all 50 states, 9/10ths of the known world, pushed out, shoved out and generaly well liked in here. Sorry to hear about your birthday. Crumb cake? Sounds good, let's go make some. I like cinnamon on mine and you? "Oh Coffee Dude, would you fetch some fresh ground, finally stirred and not shaken? That's a good lad, now go rub Zannemaries feet she really likes it. "

Had a brief meltdown, well hope it's brief, so off on my writing, I'll get some long ones up again pretty soon, don't you worry none

ZanneMarie: No, he only suggested that he would be paying me a visit, in a few of his different alt names. I'm sure he wasn't going to bring flowers or other gifts.

And I got a terms of service violation for suggesting close to what you said:
"Men like that just want to be beaten."

I suggested he needed to be dominated, and I wasn't the one to do it. Hah! Oh well.

I did not feel safe on that place, that site, and I do feel a bit safer here. I am not seeing the kind of trolling that takes place over there, and that's great. I'm also real glad that there are people who not only know what an Aspie is, but they might be one or know one themselves.

Anyone here "over explain" or need lots of explanations? There are some people that I can follow. It seems they word things in a way I can understand, follow their intentions, etc. But there are some people I just don't understand. Those are often people that seem to be intentionally deceitful/deceiving. Those that are putting on a false front.

I don't need to quiz people I understand. And I don't get stuck in a vicious cycle of trying to explain what I meant with those people that I don't understand.

I did send a note to the person who is here and is also on the other site. I don't know if it will do any good. I probably "over explained" again.

How could one six-pack be enough for a truck full of rednecks? Wouldn't they need at least a case? Or are we talking about rednecks in a mini-truck? I don't think they do mini-trucks.

I don't like violence. I do like rules and people to follow those rules. I like authority to handle those rules. I don't know how to do that defending of ones self. If I try, I get in trouble for it, because I'm so bad at it, and it's so apparent. But the trolls get to stay on, because they are slick and know how to be hurtful and insulting without getting in trouble with authority. I don't understand that.

I certainly don't understand preferring a trolling group of people to honest individuals. I guess that's why we need the truckload of rednecks or riding crops, because authority is not always fair or just. They (authority) often does not care, or won't do the work.

This site seems to be set up differently, in that the forums are made, not just anyone can make their own. One account per person. No forwarding PMs to everyone. I don't know how well those things can be enforced, but at least they are in the rules.

I would like to see that new idea for a forum, where there are individual threads for the older crowd. It IS hard to follow a huge thread, and I really don't want to read 120 pages of posts to "catch up".

There's tons of things to chat about. I suddenly realized that nearing 50, the field for dating opens up again. Why? Divorce. LOL! Not that I'm dating. But maybe I'll get around to it, after moving.

Health issues. Aging parent issues. Menopause. There's a similar thing for guys too, I think it was andropause. It has to do with their hormones and being more attracted to power tools than women, or something.

TRUE, luv, don't fret so ! ! We all know each other very well here, and we can spot an NT pretending to be one of us a mile off ! ! Yer stalky creep can't show up here without being noticed ! ! He'll get booted out pronto. It's a sad world, isn't it? Some chap has nothing better to do than pay you un-wanted attention. Why doesn't he go hang out at some creepy pub? Meet some creepy girls? "I say, wot a luvly creepy rubber dress you have there ! !" And he says "Thanks."
We'll keep a watchful eye out, so relax a bit, and chat. Here's a mug o' irish coffee to get ya goin'.

Edit for syntax error. [quote="postpaleo]"Oh Coffee Dude, would you fetch some fresh ground, finally stirred and not shaken? That's a good lad, now go rub Zannemaries feet she really likes it. "

Had a brief meltdown, well hope it's brief, so off on my writing, I'll get some long ones up again pretty soon, don't you worry none [/quote]


Pffft <thwap> Flicks post with riding crop. Coffee dude can neither touch me nor can he be in any place where I must touch him. Yuck. I only touch dh and I only like dh to touch me.

How is it that none of you caught the bat meaning? I knew right away. Bats love to fly into long hair. I had one do that in the basement of the Baptist church when I was young and one of my brothers had to come rushing in and get the thing out. Then I was immediately traumatized by one of those fire and brimstone choir members hitting it with a broom and had to go home. That was after I reminded him, "A Righteous Man Cares For The Needs Of His Animal"-Proverbs 12:10.

True, if lawyer dude doesn't like what I have to say there are ways and ways of dealing with that. Anyway, I had one such troll show up at my apartment in 1997 when I was living in one city and dh in another. I made him take me out for breakfast and cut up my french toast for me. He was a very skinny, tiny half chinese boy. I saw his art work later in a art show in Ybor City. Quite good for a charcoal drawing. I honestly think he was one of us. He did have issues though. I threatened to send him off to my mother for ten days. At that point he immediately straightened up.

You know, I think we should send Rover to my mother. She is bored and she has definite opinions about Rover. He's becoming too much of a commitment to me.

"Coffee dude, pack up Rover and ship him to my mother, there's a good boy."



Nights in white satin
never reaching the end
letters I've written
never meaning to send

beauty I've missed
with these eyes before
just what the truth is
I couldn't say anymore

Cause I love you
Yes I love you
ohhhhhhh love you


Gazing at people
Some hand in hand
Just what I'm going through
they can't understand

Some try to tell me
thoughts they cannot defend
Just what I want to be
I will be in the end


And I love you
yes I love you
ohhhhh love you



Probably botched them something awful. LOL



Coffee dude changes the music and starts to dance with me.




I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here

Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away

Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so I wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone came and took the lamp away
I looked around, a lousy candle's all I found

Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
Well, you don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away



Oh! He tries to touch me again. <swat>

Zanne goes to the leather chair and sits on dh's lap and makes out.

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Happy birthday Calendale! you know, I always thought you were like. . 20 or something!

Bazza. . .my dear Wilson, we treasure each other's presence. . and you hurry home like I do!

Postie, my Postie, good morning.

TRUE I used to be a troll for Interpol (in my relitive youth) for a Swedish Telnet chat room and we caught this stalker in Nevada - what a poor specimen of human being he turned out to be. Our Lau is not to be sobbed over!

ZanneMarie, I lived with this guy that would FREEZE like a pointer when Nights in white Satin came on and cry and moan and refuse any consolation all the time it played, then put it all away when the song was over. (He would also beat the holy s**t out of his car when it stalled, so he had his own problems) but it sorta ruined the song for me.

I am stumbling over boxes and half packed effluvia of apartment living here, my cat thinks the house has blown up, and I am taking THURSDAY off to pack it all ( well, it's Take your Child to Work Day at work and I truly want to miss that! so I took it off long ago, it just coinsided with my BIG MOVE this weekend.)

I know I wanted to make mention of other things, but I am not tracking well this morning. I am hurrying to get to work.

watch me hurry. . .

I am hurrying even faster now.

see. . I am almost off the computer. .


Merle

Professor, but how do you KNOW it's an NT? I think what drew him back to me again and again was that every time I believed he was who he said he was. Which might have been a woman or man, old or young, pick a color, etc. He would use other people's pictures in the profiles.

I just believe people. I believe what they say. Even if I pick up on something, and say something about it, if the person says "No, no, you have it wrong, this other thing is the truth" guess who believes it? Me.

Some other guy said something like "you wouldn't know what I was doing because you don't know anything, so I could do what I wanted, hah!" I'm thinking, NO, you can't. Except he probably could have. That's what sucks.

And I seem to believe all, or believe none. No in between. Is that common?

It's a good trait, in that I met a lot of people, and since I don't pick up on the labels, they do not HAVE to live up to their labels. There ARE people that are considered "trolls" that I befriended. Because I didn't KNOW or SEE that label, so I got to know other parts of them. Things they didn't get to share with others.

But I don't have any built in defense. And when someone takes advantage of me, then I am afraid of everyone. Those last sites I was on, that was my first time at trying to be just me. Not to be a helper or a source, but just me. It's not good to be just me, I guess. One person likened it to "mugging the ret*d" because it was so easy to pick on me.

How does one overcome this? I never learned. I guess some of you folks must have learned? I'm almost 50, and I'm still walking around with the naivete of a child. There must have been other people like this, and they might have learned how to deal with other people. How do *I* do it? What have you folks done that helped?

Just learning about Asperger's last year, that was great. It had a name. I'd given up on people and the world because I thought I was just weird. Now that I know there are others that might be somewhat similar, I crave your knowledge. I don't always want to be alone or not know what to do.

As for 'believing' people when they're liars, well, I think all ASpies have that problem. I always wondered why I was so poor at 'office politics' ! !! I'm face-blind, that's why ! ! I'm not stupid, it's just that my ASpie-ism trips me up when it comes to reading people's intentions. And I never had anyone step forward and say, 'oh he's plotting against you'. So don't worry, Alex polices this forum rather effectively, we've got mods all over the place, and we can sniff out 'ASpie pretenders'. Relax, TRUE, and chat, and share a bit. You're wringing your hands ! !! Settle in a comfy chair and chat about whatever you like.

True,

I have many of the same problems, but mine is more that I can't read any non-verbal communication. I don't read eyes at all, in fact I can't stand to look at them and have an unnerving stare if I do. That causes all kinds of problems for me in real life which is where I get leaned over, leaned on, backed into corners, etc.

When I was young my brothers took care of those guys quick. Dh does it now if he's around, my boss and co-workers take care of it at work (it's so obvious it makes them mad, hence my co-worker yells at coffee dude), and I have an 85 lb German Shepherd who goes almost everywhere with me outside the house. They are welcome to discuss the matter with my dog, but none do.

I used to have a Doberman and she could read non-verbal communication very well. A few times she took exception to men approaching me and they backed off immediately. She was the absolute queen of detecting bad intentions.

If you have those problems in real life, I'm not sure how to overcome them. I don't get jokes or hidden meanings either so don't feel bad. Most people think I'm naive or like a little girl, even when they work with me and know I'm intelligent about other things. When I wrote about what coffee dude said yesterday about body language, I wasn't kidding. He actually said that. That should give you some indication of how bad I am at reading that and I to am coming up fast on 50 and have been working for 22 years. I've had all kinds of training classes at work and nothing. Those synapsis don't just misfire, they are either fried or being used for other things.

Anyway, dh found a dog for me to deal with it. He was always afraid someone would hurt me. That has really helped me not to feel afraid all the time. If you do that though, you make sure you have someone who is used to those dogs work with you to train you how to handle the dog. They are not to be taken lightly, but they can make life easier.

Well, TRUE the first thing I had to do was to stop being a victim. I found I liked being a patsy because I could blame everything OUT THERE for my inadequacies and reinforce my own feelings of being right all the time. I learned to take responsibility for my own defense because some of those people I ran to for shelter from the big, bad, outer world were just as unprincipled as those I were running from.

But I did learn that people tired of whiners, eventually, when my drama hobby started to pale because I harped on one chord alla time. Always alert to what ever else could get me the attention I craved, I found people rallied more to my cause when I became the strong valiant type, and they started to admire and emulate me, rather than secretly wish I would just shut up.
So, here's to a Gallant Grace and an indomitable spirit!


Merle

PS Of course, I didn't know about AS and didn't know I could blame all my failures to grow up and be a responsible adult on my neurological issues! Now it is too late. . . I have already proved to myself I can do it and there is no going back.