Michelle had borrowed my pocket knife. As the morning was busy (we were at a feis, getting ready for the day) and Jami and I left the room early to get him downstairs to practice, she tossed my knife into her purse and forgot about it. Later in the day, I went looking for it. “In my purse,” she said, making no move to help. It’s a soft-sided thing, a quite perfect example of the “bag” half of “hand-bag”, and while attractive it isn’t easy to dig through looking for something so small especially when, being male, “purse” is just … Continue reading Age and perspective. Sometimes they sting.
My Day Job uses a VOIP system that you can attach off-site phones to via the internet, and it’s been decided that, given how much I’m constrained to work from home, I should have one. We have Comcast as our internet provider and we lease our modem from them. I already knew that they don’t allow those modems to be configured. After all, when those modems go back to Comcast they don’t want them all buggered. I completely understand and agree. What I didn’t realize when I started the installation of my Office Phone was that it needed specific ports … Continue reading Brain Lock
Much of the time, as I’m sure I’ve said before, I don’t mind being Aspie. It’s like a “Get out of Polite Society Free” card. Sometimes, however, I am reminded that it can be a handicap. Yesterday, for example. I was listening to the radio on my way to work, an interview with Neil Gaiman on the local NPR affiliate. He was talking about writing horror targeted at kids, and mentioned a movie called, “Alice.” It’s a Czech version of Alice in Wonderland that Gaiman describes with indecent relish as “really creeps me out.” Apparently there’s a creature that comes … Continue reading Aspergers, the Downside.
To fully understand and appreciate what I have to say here, read this first.
I have noticed a disturbing trend in restaurants and retail establishments: the need to have music. I’m not talking about Montovani and his orchestra, or watered down instrumental versions of 80’s pop hits, or even (I shudder to think it) Kenny-G, I’m talking about full-bore-pick-your-genre-and-crank-it “music.” In one store it’s country music, in another it’s classic rock, in another modern hip-hop, in all cases played at a volume that I rarely put my music at when I’m home alone and needing motivation to clean my office. A volume that used to be reserved for raves and line dancing.
I have two conditions that differentiate from me from the neurotypical population: Asperger Syndrome and Sensory Processing Integration Disorder*. AS is what I write about most in the blog, because it is something which my daughter and I have in common and because I have to deal with it – and those around me have to allow for it – every day.
SPID can be just as entertaining, though. You can google it if you want, but it’s easier to just give you an anecdote to help you understand it.
I had to buy ink for both of our printers. I usually engage in this boost to the national economy by shopping online, but I decided to see what one of our local retailers had to offer. Office Depot, to be specific. Armed with the prices from my usual suppliers, I stalked in, the theme music to Mission: Impossible playing in my head.
Yesterday, I experienced firsthand the joys of voluntary male sterilization: I had a vasectomy. It’s been on the table as an option since our son was born, and I even went so far as call a urologist at one point, but never followed through. At the time, I was relieved that it got swept under Michelle’s mental rug. With her recent health issues (migraines chief among them), however, she has had to pursue treatment options that would make getting pregnant not only difficult but horrific. Insurance won’t cover a hysterectomy (rather short-sighted on their part, since it would probably end … Continue reading An Exercise in Awkward