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.

When things avoid intention, part one: Semantics, and shame

If you are reading this, then take it as proof positive of two things. One, the attempt to put an end to my existence that was promised for a certain date did not go ahead or quite as planned. Exactly what happened is irrelevant. The important point is that I was not found dead.

So when *did* jokes about rape become funny, anyway?

I am like any other person that is of comparable age and socio-economic status. I have done, said, and heard things that have later made me feel very deep regret not just about what I have done or said, but about the people from which I have heard these things. But in recent hours, I started to read about this comedian by the name of Daniel Tosh.

The Running Man: An exercise in how to bear the loosest possible relationship with your source material.

During the 1980s, an author by the name of Stephen King was in such wide circulation that a new film based on one of his novels seemed to be getting released every year. With the film industry of the 1980s progressively showing greater and greater effects of deregulation, and the competition becoming more akin to a street fight, adaptations of King novels progressed in identifiable stages. Specifically, faithful (somewhat), loose, looser, and related only by title.

What really makes us different? A theoretical musing…

As I have been writing other pieces of fiction about one of my proxy characters, the proxy character of a woman he is in love with, and so forth, I have been doing what all good science fiction authors do. That is, I have been thinking about the message of the stories and how it relates to the world that inspired that message.

So I was reading other people’s journals once again

I make no secret of this. I read other people’s online journals. I read them a lot at times. Not because I want to research “the competition” or because the “everything online” crowd says that is what I have to do. No. The main reason is because in spite of how difficult certain neurological quirks that have never been investigated make it, I like to read. I have learned more, especially as a child, by reading well-written writings than from thousands of hours of teacher effort. But the primary reason I read online journals is pretty funny: they are my primary source of news concerning the struggle to make the world at large understand that we, the autistic, are people, too.