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 hostel was queried that evening, I looked around at everyone else, thinking “who could forgetContinue reading In which Randolph doesn’t fit through a window
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 using Flipboard. In the user interface on my iPhone (I don’t use it elsewhere), thereContinue reading Flipboard and the case of usability that doesn’t care about you
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 (Internet Relay Chat) and devised extremely weird ideas on how we could be together, despiteContinue reading Don’t be rude
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 character in one of those end-of-year school productions where every grade had to put onContinue reading My absent-minded journey to Fargo
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 disciplines, and stereotypically assumed to be intellectually dim (they weren’t), one was a class clown.Continue reading My funniest line
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 that it won’t heal. I walk into things (oh, so many things) and have bruisesContinue reading I just checked, and I’m still autistic
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 Pratchett’s own words, “I think if there is any intelligence behind the Universe, it isContinue reading So here it is
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.