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

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Or eating rabbit turds? LOL Or rolling on them. Those are big in the dog world. Oh and you put the other dog in your mouth when you like them as a sign of affection. BIG stuff in the dog world. Not so big for humans.

The kid would have figured it out. She was having a major emoting moment so reason need not apply.

My husband is very logical Deacon. He thinks everything through. After all, he figured me out when there was no such diagnosis as Asperger's.

Many NTs get lost in emotion. They also are so overly into theory of mind that they project themselves onto everyone else. Not exactly a trait I desire to be honest. I can't see where it's help them all that much.

For months I harped on jumping out of a perfectly good airplane. It's all I could think about. I was obsessed with it. I nagged and nagged dh to let me do it. I finally bought him some jumps so he would get over his fear of letting me go for it. So he goes on several jumps and loves it. He told me to go ahead. By then my obsession had passed and I never did jump out of a plane. LOL That isn't the first time I had done that to him!

What? This isn't a fun game for you guys? I mean,...er... of course this isn't a fun game for, uh, huh huh... I mean I never thought it was much fun, er....

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They used to fly me around seated on a buckboard strapped to the outside of helicopters! Man, I loved that. (Guess I didn't smell good...)

How do I feel about Pink Floyd?

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Roger Waters gets it. He might not be an aspie, but he gets it. I love Pink Floyd. I went over to my friends place in high school, and he was playing "comfortably numb". I just about fell over.

And my favourite inspirational song..

"learning to fly" by Pink Floyd(without Roger Waters)
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension thats learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i

Friction lock - set.
Mixture - rich
Propellers - fully forward
Flaps - set - 10 degrees
Engine gauges and suction - check

Mixture set to maximum percent - recheck
Flight instruments...
Altimeters - check both
(garbled word) - on
Navigation lights - on
Strobes - on
(to tower): confirm 3-8-echo ready for departure
(tower): hello again, this is now 129.4
(to tower): 129.4. its to go.
(tower): you may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots.
(to tower): 3-8-echo
Easy on the brakes. take it easy. its gonna roll this time.
Just hand the power gradually, and it...

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

Theres no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Cant keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i

We need a spinner seat and some psychedelic posters on the ceilings for the black lights. I love that one by Pink, Fuzzy! You are right. Roger Waters does get it.

I was comfortably numb for five years then told my doctor where to stick his drugs and went off cold turkey. That was the end of me being comfortably numb and the start of me being a wild woman!

Don't be telling me that! Now I will see myself flying around on the outside of a helicopter and get obsessed with that!

Yeah, all my drills were fresh back. There was one I could have wasted, he was proud of the gory details and his notches. I melted down so badly towards the end of my time, I volunteered to go, I wanted to be there because I felt they shouldn't and my life was crap and didn't deserve to live. Captin also fresh back, wouldn't sign the papers. I still have issues with this one. I guess they have a name for it, I still don't want to face it, so I meltdown from it from time to time. I'm embarrassed to even write this, it's just so wrong.

The last year I hunted deer, I did it with a Marine freind just back. We didn't really hunt deer, he was teaching me to hunt men. It was an odd favor to give someone, but it was a favor. He wanted me to live. The training I got when I went in, was peanuts to what I already knew.

Oh man were we a group of misfits, but I never ever worried about my back. I do now, but not then. Well even that is better, it's not like I sleep with a loaded rifle any more. I'll make it, I'm a survivor, I don't always know how, but I do it.

Lol, I'm going to ignore anymore along this line. I guess I walked into it again, set myself up. I'm so freakin good at it, I amaze myself. It's like you feel good today? Ok, I can fix that.

Merle, have you seen my 2x4? Whack me freakin hard, I deserve it, I've been very bad you know.

Ok so I didn't ignore it, wanna make somethin of it?

If I hear a chopper it's like instant panic, I can hear them before others can and I can tell if they're military or civ. No no, me and copters not good, not good at all.

Okay. Breathe. Experience that panic and release. Breathe. Let it go. Just reject all negativity.

We'll go someplace else PostePaleo! You still writing on your children's book?

Okay. Let's see. In the current episode of my story, the sociopathic killer is getting ready to kidnap the very NT doctor friend of my Aspie girl in order to get her to come to him. Yes, she has an NT friend, although she does get on the Aspie girl's nerves at times. But, she's pregnant so the sociopath knows that our Aspie girl will rush in to save her. At which point he plans on kidnapping her and keeping her for his own. Only she has already told him he is not the master chess player and that she is going to teach him that. She's already punched his lights out and injected him with insulin. I have to figure out what she can do to him now. She plays the piano and harp. I could have her cut a piano or harp wire and fashion a garrote. I could write a good struggle if she manages to get that thing around his neck. What do you think? I could also have her make a leather one.

Oh. Disclaimer. No sociopaths were hurt in the making of this story.

Naw, haven't put any real thought into it. Still trying to get some form of rythme, style, oh I don't know what it is yet I'm looking for. I think I'll know it when it gets there. Very upset that I'm doing an attempt at poetry. I still have a high school attitude towards it, even though I loved the Beats. I want to put it in a catagory, but I refuse to use the word "poerty" as the main, maybe "yucky poetry" would work.

I love Lennons duality with the language and I try hard for it. Last night was an attempt at three at one time, I'm not sure i did it yet. It needs to sit there for a while so i can take another look later. I did one this morning before my coffee about screwing under a covered bridge on LSD. No one in there right mind would ever get that one, but it was fun. And that to me is what it's all about. I like that I can use words better now, it's all so new and wonderful.

I am very interested in what you are writing and would love to see the art work. Any way to get it up on a blog or some such thing? Maybe you'd need to do a copyright or something like that first. I had one years ago, but had a guy walk me through the paper work, wasn't too hard if memoery serves me.

I LOVE this part of the writing, when its just... flow, and experiment, and flow, and experiment, and "what the heck was that?", and experiment, and then flo-o-o..screeeech to a halt...and then flutter,flutterphhth..., flt..flt....flow...



Mine's based on a dream I had. Couldn't get the colors the way I wanted them, so took a little over a year and invented my own dyes and inks. Getting closer, but not quite right still.

You think kids would like trees in shades of lavender pinks, greens, and blue? I showed it to some NT coworkers and they told me that kids wouldn't understand that they are trees if the trunks aren't brown and the leaves aren't green.

Zanne - in your story this is the part where you summon the squirrels...heh,heh...

Fuzzy you get a muffin?

I still think their first is one of the best, I think they lost a bit of edge after Ummagooma. Anyone else catch that movie? Careful With That Axe Eugene and Interstelluar Overdrive, See Emily Play, primo stuff. But we know who was really writing that , so they had a good coach on what we're all about. I was told about them in 68ish 67ish? Got them and it took a bit to catch the difference between what was then main stream and what they were doing. Still have a tour t-shirt, one of my crew went and saw them and was kind enough to bring it back for me. Division Bell tour.