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

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In honor of Stephen Hawkings' trip on the "Vomit Comet" today. He is now vetted by his doctors for spaceflight!


Merle

That is so cool! I want to go. I wish I could sit inside Hawking's head. Just for a day.

You and my mom, Zanne, you and my mom! Cut from the same cloth. I'm glad you're here, now that she isn't. Miss the feistiness!

Some guy would offer to help her carry her grocery bags or whatever (she was fiercely independent) and I'd see her start tensing up. If he was just a nice guy she'd say 'no thank you' and let it slide. But if he let loose with a "honey", or more, I'd think "oh now you've done it" and BOOOOOM!! !! ! Hahaha!

I hope he gets to go! But that link is sooooo politically incorrect. Hahaha! I luvs ya Merle. If I was up there a bubble of barf would be chasing me around.

My mom would call out a mechanic to work on the car and explain what was going on. Always that look they would give her. She would look them right in the eye and say, "Do I look like I have TWIT written on my forehead? I said that's what it is doing and it is. Now if you can't figure it out and fix it, call someone out who can!"

Now when I get like that, I say they flipped my mother switch.

Your mom and my mom were twins who were separated at birth! You're my cousin!

Fuzzy is my cousin. Well, I suppose you could be my cousin on my mom's side then. But Fuzzy is still my EF cuz which is why he better be able to hang out at the cafe. I got a double egg chair just for us.

My first real husband was drafted straight to Viet Nam out of the Florida chain gang. He had gotten a little too close to the Govenor of Florida's wayward daughter and was doing "Cool Hand Luke" sort of time down South and they drafted him into the Army and trained him to be a rice paddy killer. He became a driver for some Brass in Saigon and went AWOL for 18 months and staggered back into camp with a roaring heroin addiction, which he beat, back in The States with Mexican Tequila. He was an Airborn Ranger in the 101st. I believe to my soul he was one of us, and a consumate con man. He was worthy of my love and devotion and I gave it freely.


Merle




if the big bang was one degree cooler or warmer, it wouldn't have happened. . .

and Zanne, he would love to sit his head inside your body, too!


Merle

Zanne, my mom is the same way. She can talk all sorts of mechanics with supposed experts.

I like it here. You folks are funny and positive, a nice change from the genetic damnation featured everywhere else at WP.

OMG I'm married! Fuzzy, Merle is trying to stick Hawking's head in my body! EEEKKKKK

If your mom and my mom are the same way, we'd be double cousins as well as EF's!

Put your feet up. What do you want to hear? How do you feel about Pink Floyd?

Geez. lose your password for a couple of days and this place just fracking explodes!

Although I think there's something that the lady in the parents' forum didn't quite express (and isn't that just like an NT - expecting you to pick up on an unexpressed point?). What she was trying (and apparently failing) to get across is that her son appears to think that a dog will reason in exactly the same fashion as a human. For some reason, she thinks that's symptomatic of his AS, when in fact it's more symptomatic of a child who hasn't been raised with animals. (I always knew our dogs didn't think the same way we did - what sane human being would consider catching rocks in his mouth to be the essence of a fun game? Aside from maybe a hockey goalie?)

She might have gotten her point across better if she had bothered to think things through, and realized that an Aspie POV is usually founded more in reason than emotion. (Painting with a broad brush, I find this failing common in NTs, although by no means present in all of them. Maybe I just haven't known enough of them very well...)

Vietnam was over the year before I joined, thank the saint who watches over clueless Aspies. I read so slow back then, was not allowed to watch TV for more than a half hour a day (I always chose a cartoon, Lost in Space, or Gilligan's Island), so never read anything not in a textbook. Was vaguely aware of a Vietnam war, but didn't understand or follow any of it back then. Sorry the war separated you two, hope he treated you ok. All of my drill instructors in boot had been there, and all of the corporals and above in the platoons I was assigned to after bootcamp. Some were shaken up. Most handled it with gallows humor.

I'd still like to jump from a plane, feel the free fall. Had it all set up to do and it went bust at the last minute, not by me. The hell of it is, the car ride to the airport would be the hard part. It's so strnage becuase hieghts can freeze me in place and it's all I can do sometimes to get myself out of what I should have known better to begin with. The first anti depressent they put me on, the fear of hieghts went a way, I still don't understand that one. Of course they messed with the dose and I never got it back. I don't let them do it anymore, I call the shots, they work for me.

yeah, we've been there, done that, went on the tour and bit the head off the chicken. Being manipulated by those that can and holds few fears for us anymore. We got NT calluses and we are not afraid to use them!

Welcome Fuzzy, jump in where ever it suits you and come along for the ride.


Merle