Person-firsters get the kick in the balls of a lifetime.

I was on my way to a court hearing today (Wednesday 17 of July) when one of my Fudgebook friends sent me a link in a message. The link pointed me to this document by Lisa Egan. I wish to comment about it some, but first, I would like anyone who is reading this document but has not read that one to go and read that one. Take your time, I do not mind waiting for your attention, because what Lisa has written at that site is one of the best things I have read in a long time.

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One more post about my hospital visit.

You already know I have a profound difficulty with letting things go. So it should not come as any kind of surprise that I feel like writing yet another confused pile of words about my visit to an acute care ward at a hospital that makes a joke of all of Australia’s collective governments’ claims of wanting to take mental healthcare seriously.

Language failure: when peoples’ responses to what you are saying make you lose the will to live…

Given that my male parental unit still lives, and that trips to commercial areas of Queensland have not resulted in me either murdering people or begging others to murder me, I like to think of myself as a rather patient person. When you pick your jaw up off the floor, try to remember that just as with everything else that comes out of my mouth, there is a reason I said that.

Random pieces of music that I like (piecemeal style)

My last few posts have felt very “heavy” in nature whilst writing them. That is to be expected, of course. They were, after all, about rather heavy subjects, and used rather heavy terms for communication. Even the post about something I use to distract myself or as a coping mechanism for the serious shit, had to touch on a couple of serious matters.

Yet another FOAD to “geek culture”. Proposed examples of what autistic culture looks like.

A little while ago, I posted an extended commentary concerning Leah Jane‘s response to a “geek culture” display of hypocrisy. The original image is available everywhere, so I am not going to bother linking it. Whilst there are issues with Leah Jane‘s response, the basic fact of the matter is that the people going around like morons telling us all that they are “geeks” when they have never bitten the head off a chicken and swallowed it (look up “geek show” on the Wikipedia) are hypocrites to the Nth degree.

Posting some fiction, issue two-point-three: Kronisk’s Mirror (the conclusion)

Before we begin, aka the preamble: In case the post title did not make this clear, this is the final part of a three-part story that I originally wrote in plain text format over a period spanning between one and two months. The previous chapter can be found here, and the first chapter can be found here.

So, a recap: In the first chapter, we are introduced to Mage-General Kronisk and his fiancée, a Dwarvish woman who goes by the name of Corrigwen. After she speaks to Gilmick‘s class about why nature makes creatures different, and attends a pair of concerts with Kronisk, she and Kronisk traverse the Wunderwerck to Azeroth so that Kronisk may meet Corrigwen‘s family.

When Kronisk does meet the family, there is a slight difficulty on their part in sussing him out (so to speak). And when Kronisk‘s attempt to communicate in grok-able terms to Corrigwen how he sees the importance of their relationship demands more of him than he expected, it ends with him needing a small degree of medical assistance. Last we saw, he went to sleep in a state of some confusion. We pick up the next morning…

Writing is hard. Especially when…

If you have been reading my most recent posts, you may, very likely have developed an impression that I am not physically, emotionally, or just generally, well. You would be correct in this impression. Yet day in and day out, I persist in writing like I have never written before in this journal and elsewhere.