In my post about living with autism, I mentioned an incident from boarding school: I once took a phone message for a fellow pupil to call his family urgently. His father had died. I didn’t deliver the message. When the
I’m a regular user of Flipboard, the app that tells me what’s happening in the world that isn’t Twitter. I have a carefully curated list of interests. One of the things I do with my lovely spouse is share links
I have an online stalker. This is nothing unusual in the age of the Internet. I had a stalker back in the late 1990s as well. The first one was someone who fell madly in love with me through IRC
Did you see me on Fargo last night? Here’s the long path I took to get there. My first serious acting gig was when I was eight or nine years old. I was to play the absent-minded professor, a major
In 1993, I was in Grade 11 and a member of the Parktown Boys’ High School Public Speaking team. Our four members were as unlikely to be public speakers as you could find. Two were exceptional athletes in their respective
I obsess about it sometimes, and worry that I’m regressing. I read about how meltdowns and shutdowns with a short recovery period could lead to permanent loss of skills, so I obsess some more. I scratch my skin and obsess
My own memories of the last fifteen years on the Internet.
Since I originally read that Terry Pratchett is a Humanist (albeit a “bad one”), I liked the sound of the description, and I’ve adopted it where appropriate. I’m more of an irreligious person nowadays, but I’ll get to that. In
Yup, that's today. Tomorrow is Cleavage Day, but I figure today is more important.
As someeon with Asperger's Syndrome and aware of my shortcomings, one thing I've noticed again and again is my inability to see things from a perspective other than my own. They call it "theory of mind" in the degree I'm studying.