The Dino-Aspie Cafe (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)
Oh man! The work on the Particle Collider is delayed! I wish I could go see it. <sigh> Maybe when I'm dead they can send my body through it and break me up. It's either that or blast me into space.
When they blasted Timothy Leary into space I thought it put a whole new twist to Acid Rain.
Timothy Leary is dead.
Ooooonnnnn the outside, looking in.
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People say I'm crazy
doing what I'm doing,
Well they give me all kinds of warnings
to save me from ruin
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"Striking up conversations with strangers is an autistic person's version of extreme sports." Kamran Nazeer
how do you do that?
have to go now, will come back later, maybe tonight, maybe after tomorrow, have to go see a prof tomorrow (the university is 120km from here, i don't attend any classes, but sometimes i need to go there giving in a work or giving an oral representation or so)
Last edited by lemon on 01 May 2007, 9:47 am, edited 1 time in total.
This may be neither here nor there, but since I am also in that displaced state at times, why not.
A theme song for Post Whores, a little polka:
I don't want her you can have her
She posts too much for me, yeah
She posts too much for me, yeah
She posts too much for me, Oh
I don't want her you can have her
She posts too much for me, Yeah
She posts too much
Much too much
She posts too much for me.
Dsylexic fingers must be contageous
I had a hell of a time typing the above.
Hello I love you won't you tell me your name...."
Can't remember the rest of the words to that right now but it seemed appropriate. Popped into my head, any way.
Ask and ye shall receive!
Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you, let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you, let me jump in your game
She's walking down the street
Blind to every eye she meets
Do you think you'll be the guy
To make the queen of the angels sigh?
Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you, let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you, let me jump in your game
She holds her head so high
Like a statue in the sky
Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long
When she moves my brain screams out this song
Sidewalk crouches at her feet
Like a dog that begs for something sweet
Do you hope to make her see you, fool?
Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel?
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello
I want you
Hello
I need my baby
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello
Had to put this on a CD I burned for my wife - both because I meant every word of it, and because I was amused by the "dusky jewel" line (she's black, you see, and pretty dark, at that...)
(In case you were wondering, the lead track was "You Are the Love Of My Life", by Sammy Kershaw, and the last track was "At the Speed Of Love", by Rush. I'd have to pull the CD out again if I wanted to know the order of the other tracks.)
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Sodium is a metal that reacts explosively when exposed to water. Chlorine is a gas that'll kill you dead in moments. Together they make my fries taste good.
Oh, also, Postperson, I didn't post in your thread because I only post when I have something to say - but sometimes, all I have to say is a song lyric (I can't help it - mention the song, the lyrics fill my head, I have to get rid of them somehow!) or a smartass comment. You didn't seem to welcome contributions like that, so I didn't make any.
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Sodium is a metal that reacts explosively when exposed to water. Chlorine is a gas that'll kill you dead in moments. Together they make my fries taste good.
I poached it from a Simon & Garfunkel song. It should read: My life is unreal, my crime an illusion ...
But I thought I'd adapt it to fit
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Any fool can cope with a crisis. The art is in dealing with the crap you get everyday.
Hello I love you won't you tell me your name...."
Can't remember the rest of the words to that right now but it seemed appropriate. Popped into my head, any way.
Ask and ye shall receive!
Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you, let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you, let me jump in your game
She's walking down the street
Blind to every eye she meets
Do you think you'll be the guy
To make the queen of the angels sigh?
Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you, let me jump in your game
Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you, let me jump in your game
She holds her head so high
Like a statue in the sky
Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long
When she moves my brain screams out this song
Sidewalk crouches at her feet
Like a dog that begs for something sweet
Do you hope to make her see you, fool?
Do you hope to pluck this dusky jewel?
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello
I want you
Hello
I need my baby
Hello, Hello, Hello, Hello
Had to put this on a CD I burned for my wife - both because I meant every word of it, and because I was amused by the "dusky jewel" line (she's black, you see, and pretty dark, at that...)
(In case you were wondering, the lead track was "You Are the Love Of My Life", by Sammy Kershaw, and the last track was "At the Speed Of Love", by Rush. I'd have to pull the CD out again if I wanted to know the order of the other tracks.)
Thanks, Deacon. Now I won't have to go around all day tring to recall the rest of the words. The Kershaw track is really beautiful, and really says what a woman loves to hear and know. Your wife is lucky to have such a thoughtful guy.
I poached it from a Simon & Garfunkel song. It should read: My life is unreal, my crime an illusion ...
But I thought I'd adapt it to fit
I'm sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket for my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And ev'ry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Ev'ry day's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And every stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Silently for me.
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People say I'm crazy
doing what I'm doing,
Well they give me all kinds of warnings
to save me from ruin
It's so nice to be able to chat with you all while I'm getting ready for work. It's like living in a dorm or a commune, or better yet, visiting one of those old European cafes where the writers and artists hung out. It fills a need, this place. It does indeed Bye for now. Hope everyone has a pleasant, peaceful and productive day.
How many songs by Steely Dan?
None on that CD, as it happens - hadn't gotten the "Citizen Steely Dan" collection yet.
Cosmiccat, actually, she introduced that song to me. One of the others she liked on there was Rush's "Madrigal", a song whose lyrics I sent her in an email early in our relationship:
When the dragons grow too mighty
To slay with pen or sword
I grow weary of the battle
And the storm I walk toward
When all around is madness
And there's no safe port in view
I long to turn my path homeward
To stop a while with you
When life becomes as barren
And as cold as winter skies
There's a beacon in the darkness
In a distant pair of eyes
In vain to search for honor
And in vain to search for truth
But these things can still be given
Your love has shown me proof...
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Sodium is a metal that reacts explosively when exposed to water. Chlorine is a gas that'll kill you dead in moments. Together they make my fries taste good.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
...
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
...
...
Like emptiness and harmony I need someone to comfort me.
...
...
Like emptiness and harmony I need someone to comfort me.
...
So, I ask you, which is right?
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Bogy-skep.
OED.
BOGY 7. attrib. and Comb., as bogy-man, -word, etc.
SKEP 2. A basket or hamper, varying in form and use in different localities.
So. Either a hamper in which to keep pixies or a basket carried by goblins.
Possibly of use when traversing a "pesky bog".
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"Striking up conversations with strangers is an autistic person's version of extreme sports." Kamran Nazeer
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