Oh, look. People are taking the side of a (wannabe) murderer again.

So, how many weeks has it been since one brave soul who still has not owned up and thus spread the potential fallout to other neighbours made written threats to an autistic child and his mother? This is a serious question. I would like to be able to state an average concerning the number of identifiable threats the autistic receive from day to day, week to week, and so on.

Music and culture war, part one of many

I cannot remember whether it was last night or sometime today, but I had the occasion to read this post through a Fudgebook link.

When things avoid intention, part two: The endlessly mobile goalpost

So, after admitting that (once again), my grand plan to off myself did not go to glory and I am still here, I decided to post a little bit about what motivated the “decision” in the first place. One thing that has made me question the value of not just my life but life in general has been the perceived propensity of persons in my life to change the rules based on what I have just said.

The Last Ninja, a quiet retrospective

In the year of 1987, a publisher called System 3 brought forward a game called The Last Ninja for the Commodore 64 (and other computers). The Commodore 64 was then, in spite of numerous advancements in computer manufacturing, the most widespread home computer product in history. It would remain such until a small handful of years later, when the inexorable pressure of business and wider acceptance drove consumers to greater, more powerful platforms.