One’s body and choice: information wants to be syndicated.

This morning, after I woke up from a prematurely-started sleep and realised that I was going to have yet another major disruption in sleep pattern, I did my usual computer routine. I hopped onto World Of Warcraft for the nth time, did some tasks oriented around my characters’ skills, and then looked at the news that Fudgebook had to offer. One place that I used to be subscribed to but left because of the whole unwillingness that much of the autistic community has to accept that not everyone shits smiles posted an image that I thought was working talking about. You will see it after the jump.

I have had a rough couple of days… and some other things for your amusement.

Regular readers will have noticed a rather sudden break in the usual rhythm of posts on this journal, not with any warning or hinting. This is for a number of reasons, but I think it best to speak in generalities for now. I doubt that any people out there who write seriously (I might define this at another time) will be that surprised that I write in bursts. Whilst drop-offs in output like that which occurred this week are rare, they happen.