Tuesday, January 3, 2017

2017 Goodreads Reading Challenge

2017 Goodreads Reading Challenge

I pledged 18 books

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Taking a writing break

I have a lot of books I have to read, so I'm going to be writing less on my blogs and probably share videos or links that interest me for the next few months.

There will still be regular posts on as well as semi-regular posts on and, and

Friday, December 9, 2016

Thoughts on 34

I spent a big chunk of my birthday at the group therapy I go to, and my Dad bought two dozen red and green vanilla and chocolate Mr. and Mrs. Santa Clause cupcakes.  The faces were actually rings, so I noticed that some people were wearing it, but we're not kids so they only fit on everyone's pinky finger.

I didn't realize until it was too late that the cupcakes with the green icing turned your teeth green, so I had to warn everyone after I saw a couple people with green teeth telling me how good the cupcakes were.  Oops.

A couple hours after I got home, Lexi cuddled with me for about 10 minutes, which is really what I wanted for my birthday but didn't assume would happen.  I'm really glad she did.  I was in a  funk at group hoping she would want to, and she did.

She's started doing that during the holidays: hugging me and cuddling with me on holidays.  My parents and I hug in front of her to show her that's a good way for her to show affection to her loved ones without her hurting anybody.  She doesn't know her own strength, so hugging is one thing she can use her strength on for most people other than my Grandma, who's reaching 100 years old.

My birthday is never really a big deal anymore, not until my 40th birthday in any case.  Forty will be a big milestone for me.  It will be the 33rd anniversary of when I had that severe case of mono that could have killed me.  My 47th birthday will make it an even 40.

I'm glad I've made it this far, and I'm trying really hard to make sure I'm around as long as possible for my baby girl, family and friends.

Tuesday, December 6, 2016


Friday, November 11, 2016

2016 election fraud

Saturday, October 29, 2016

Skateboarding Content Cop

Dear @markiplier

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Witness - By Now

Thursday, October 13, 2016

Sephora Haul and a bit of a rant

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Missy Elliott - Hot Boyz

Friday, October 7, 2016

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

I can't wait for "American Gods" next year

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Friday, September 16, 2016

Writers and Holographic or Simple Wills

I have a lot of writing on the internet, and the custom usually is that after your dead you have the opportunity to become famous, perhaps even a staple in underground culture, mainstream culture, schools, colleges, universities, or all of the above.

It turns out as much as I have been writing I have not been thinking about what would happen to my intellectual property (which includes all of the writing I have done from the profiles of social media sites) after I am gone until I decided on a whim to check out Neil Gaiman's blog ten minutes ago.

My goal this weekend is to sit and think of whom I want to be the executor of my Holographic Will (they are valid in New Jersey) as well as the three trustees of my Creative Property Trust, and get some acid-free paper so that I can write out the copies.

If you are a writer, it is very wise to look into this: it will make things easier for your loved ones.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

I've been reading Eric Arthur Blair lately

I'm working on something for  about the author and prophet Eric Arthur Blair, best known as George Orwell.  It's one of my bigger pieces, and I'm still doing research.  There's a lot to learn about someone who only wrote two books.

Monday, August 29, 2016

Willy Wonka "Pure Imagination"

Goodbye to Gene Wilder and a part of my childhood.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Why Nice People Are Scary

Saturday, August 13, 2016

The Negative Side to ABA

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Most EXCITING News Ever!!

Monday, August 8, 2016

The Impostor Syndrome

Friday, August 5, 2016

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Being an Autism Parent Ep. 1

Saturday, July 23, 2016

It was a toy truck.

"The cop was actually trying to shoot the Autistic man, but he missed."

July 21st, 2016:

I wanted to put my fist through a wall that day.

This is not the first time an Autistic has been shot at or shot by police simply cuz Autistic.

If you think it won't happen again you're an idiot.

Best of Kickstarter Crap #2

Thursday, July 21, 2016

If you ever feel like you are drowning...

Set sail
We're leaving the harbor now
Christen the ship
Let the city slip from the starboard bow
Remember when the waves were only waist deep?
When the only thing we knew about pain was scraped knees?
When we would still walk where the shells were in shards,
If it meant that we could find that starfish before dark
But, as the comfort grows
We become the flow
And the ebb and tide that swept our lives into the undertow
And while I'm foolish
For building sandcastles where the waves break
You fought the current
And focused on yesterday's wake
You vacated our oasis on the premise
That our complicated promises were tarnished by the present

And I fear the tempest hasn't left your lips yet
But I love you
That's why I'm staying anchored to this shipwreck
So should the water ever rise above our collarbones
I'll be close by, closed eyes, cause I'm not alone
I'll never let the waters rise above our collarbones
Open up your eyes, baby doll, cause you're not alone

Sitting on a suitcase, knees to elbows,
Hands to face, like "Damn, it's damp today"
And the transits late again
I make friends with the night sky
Calling each star on it's white lies
But, from the sand I sit wondering where the candlelit nights
That used to be life decided to abandon ship
I won't stand for it, I can't handle it
Been waiting for a little bit of wind since the anchor slipped
I've got five fingers clinging to the driftwood
Looking for riptide that you travel on
But safe harbors and stagnant ponds
Couldn't make hope float if the passion's gone

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