Yes, That Too: Yes, self diagnosis can be valid.

Also, because autism spectrum diagnoses in adults seem to be non existent in the UK, if you are not "caught" as a kid, self-diagnosis is all you have.

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better than icecream

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  • Sun, 19:09: Bought the new @thelistmagazine eating out guide. A mistake. All info of use to vegetarians has been systematically removed :-(

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News Post: The Dungeon Mistress, Part Six

http://penny-arcade.com/news/post/2014/04/21/the-dungeon-mistress-part-six

Tycho: The Night Of A Thousand Hours: Finale (This is the last part, of both adventures.  Regular stuff starts back up on Wednesday, beginning with the strip we did at PAX East.  I don’t have any smart-ass shit to say about this part - and whatever else it may be, it pushed the thorn of my intention straight through his cornea.  He never forgot it.) Before he can finish the story, she is asleep.  He tried to gloss over the worst parts, to soften them, but he knows she is no fool. Father Gordon stands from his stool, leaning over the simple bed, making sure the blanket…

News Post: Hearthstone update!

http://penny-arcade.com/news/post/2014/04/20/hearthstone-update

Gabe: After my last news post, I got a ton of Hearthstone advice. Lots of it was about card strategies, but one piece of advice changed the game for me. One reader sent me an email saying that he assumed I was playing casual, and that was part of my problem. He says all the hardcore players are afraid of losing stars in ranked games, so when they want to play a new deck, they go to casual. It ends up making casual play a place for these monsters to try out their crazy deck creations. He told me to play ranked instead, and I am having a great time. He explained in his mail that when you play ranked…

Done last week (20140413 Su - 19 Sa)

A rather boring week bracketed by great music. Last Sunday we had Heather Dale and Ben Deschamps at Rainbow's End's first house concert. And this weekend we're at Norwescon, with both concerts and filking (see notes)... and the high point was, definitely, Glenn proposing marriage to Naomi during the intermission. She said yes. Heather had ended her first set with "As I Am".

The second set was all about love and marriage. (Not both together, necessarily -- it included "The Devil and the Farmer's Wife".)

On the flip side, I continue to be arthritic and mildly depressed. The low point of the week was filing for an extension on my taxes. Which was a mistake -- I should have filed and then filed an amended return when I finally get all the deductions and business expenses together. It was, of course, horrendous: I sold a lot of stock to buy and renovate Rainbow's End.

I haven't been enjoying Norwescon all that much. Mostly hiding in a corner reading on my laptop. Grump. Grumpity grump. Oh, and the hotel's wifi is seriously overloaded, and the restaurant service is slow and barely competent. *sigh*

There are links in the notes, as usual. The perceptive reader may also notice an item at the end of the notes that will, hopefully, turn into a post sometime soon.

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Yes, head trauma can cause, or at least trigger multiple sclerosis. I was surprised that some of my blog readers did not know that.

Source: A Stellarlife: My MS Skull Scar: Head Trauma and Multiple Sclerosis

Well, I had no idea but, having had a number of blows to the head in my life, I can quite believe it, although none of these head injuries were before what the doctors consider in retrospect to be my first MS symptoms at age nine.

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  • Sat, 20:47: Good to see John Harris on the best artist short list for the Hugos.
  • Sat, 20:52: And XKCD's epic Time is on the short list for the Best Graphic Story Hugo.
  • Sat, 20:55: And @cstross' MLP:FIM/unicorn deconstruction Equoid gets a Hugo nod too...
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  • Sat, 21:27: Nice to see Ancillary Justice on the Hugo lists this year, one of my favourite books of the last year and an intriguing work.
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I know why the caged bell rings

I know why the caged bell rings

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First Inspection of the Spring

Had a really truly full day today, and I absolutely decided that I had to fit an inspection in today.

The next week was supposed to be 60+, but given that tomorrow's Easter and our day was full, and the following week the out-of-state Biloxi rebuilders are coming HERE to do flood relief, I knew that I was going to be totally busy and physically exhausted for most of the coming week. And doing it today would allow the bees to take full advantage of the coming days of heat and spring flowers. Inevitably here in Colorado there is going to be at least one more snowfall before the frosts end in late May.

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19th Apr, 2014

Well, the house is presentable (God forbid my family should think I'm a slob), the veggies are sliced, the eggs are boiled (Easter = devilled eggs), the extra chairs and tables are ready to set up, and I spent the remainder of the afternoon making a hakama, since I'm now (after a hiatus of 34 years) back in the martial arts. Making a hakama is exhausting, sort of like trying to make an origami bird out of a circus-tent, but the good cotton ones are horrifyingly expensive. (The only reason I'm back in the martial arts is because I found someone in my area who teaches a parks 'n' recs version of koryu - old-style samurai weapons training (No tournaments,no competition, no MMA) - for free. (Ordinarily, martial arts is VERY expensive).  My niece is going to help me hem this thing tomorrow; I still have no idea whether I've succeeded or failed miserably. But at least the surging acres of sable chaos are all pleated up the way they're supposed to be, and I'm going to spend the rest of the evening staring mindlessly at the TV with a cat on my knee.

Doing The Family Thing is like putting on a performance. Tiring, but well worth it.

No, that's not helping.

A couple of days ago, I realized my nipples were tender, and from tenderness they escalated to 'unbearable soreness.' Since I'm also weeping hysterically over livestock and my cat's mere existence, I assume it's just a hormonal thing. I have the birth control implant, so pregnancy isn't likely. But my devoted partner pulled out an ice cube and attempted to ice my nipples to see if it would help, and the result was that my nipples scrunched up at the cold and made everything A THOUSAND TIMES WORSE. It's as bad as it was when I had the twins pierced and one of them got infected. And of course my partner is just a hopeless, habitual boob grabber, so I am spending a lot of time smacking his hands away, and things are somewhat strained. Sigh.

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three coils at sunset

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19th Apr, 2014

http://mistressmatisse.blogspot.com/2014/04/originally-published-2007-ok-so-i-have.html

Originally Published 2007

Ok, so I have to tell you an amusing story about an elevator encounter I had this past weekend... Or more accurately, one Candy and Jae and I had.
Candy and Jae have played with Traveler and me before, and they all like each other, so when I suggested they come visit us late one evening, he said, “Why don’t we all go to dinner first?” So we all went out to a lovely dinner, and there was some wine, and perhaps we were all feeling just a touch merry and uninhibited. Although really, we can all get that way without wine.
Now, you probably don’t know this, but there was a big convention in Seattle these last few days – of orthodontists. When I say big, I mean we heard there were something like thirty thousand orthodontists in Seattle. Not just American orthodontists, either - there were Spanish orthodontists, there were French orthodontists, there were Indian orthodontists. Heck, there were orthodontists here from countries I couldn’t find on a map. I saw a lot of said orthodontists in lobby and elevator of the Fairmont, and plus, we got the skinny from the valets, because those guys always know what’s going on. And they like to chat with cute girls.
We were looking more than just cute, actually, all dressed up for an evening of fun and games. I was wearing a slinky, skintight black Wolford top and skirt and spike heels, Candy was wearing very high heels and a flippy little black and white dress which made one think that her legs might really and truly be a mile long, and Jae was wearing an outfit that we decided could best be described as “a kinky SS cheerleader”. We were quite a sight, in the lobby of the serene and conservative Fairmont Hotel. We seemed to cause something of a stir on our way out to dinner, so on our way back in, I told Traveler to drop the three of us off at a side entrance, so he didn't have to escort us back past the interested gaze of the various hotel staff. I mean, the man stays at the Fairmont with his business companions as well, let’s not complicate his life by raising too many eyebrows.
So we three ladies are in the elevator, riding back up to the suite, and an older couple – perhaps late-sixties – get on with us. They were both all dressed up, obviously coming from some social event, and something about the lady’s expression reminded me of one of my great-aunts – the one who was essentially a kind person, but sometimes a trifle querulous.
Perhaps it was the reminder of dealing with older relatives that made me say to them, “Careful, this elevator’s been bouncing a little when it’s stopped, don’t trip.”
Just being a good citizen, you know? But Candy and Jae took my remark as a cue to begin bantering with the man in a manner that one might call flirtatious.
He looked mildly startled but pleased. His wife’s face suggested that she didn’t know quite what to think about these oddly dressed and chatty strangers, but that given some time, she might work up to being displeased by them.
This was not exactly my idea of being low-profile, but, luckily even a quaint old elevator like the Fairmont’s doesn’t take long to get up seven floors. The couple were going on up, and I breathed a small sigh of relief as Candy and I got off the elevator, with Jae a few steps behind us, saying a polite goodnight to them like the former debutante that she is.
And the woman calls out, in a half-sweet, half-suspicious voice, “Are you three orthodontist-girls?”
Now, the first thought that went through my mind was: what exactly would an orthodontist-girl be? A female orthodontist? Oh, wow, that’s real feminist of you, lady. Gloria Steinem thanks you.
Or maybe she means orthodontist’s assistants. I didn’t know what such a person’s correct title would be. Neither did she, apparently.
But, while I am sure there are some very tarty, kinky-looking people who work in orthodontist’s offices in all capacities, my strongest reaction was: lady, do we fucking look like orthodontists?
However, I would not dream of saying such a thing to a blue-haired, pearl-wearing, great-aunt-ish lady. My Southern upbringing would never permit it.
So I turned around to civilly decline any connection with the tooth-straightening industry. Candy, however, is a woman of fewer words. She gave short laugh and a broad, dismissive wave of one hand, and sang out clearly, “Oh, hell no!” Then she turned and stalked off down the pastel blue hallway in her black and white faux fur coat, like Cruella DeVille gone vegetarian.
I was at the wrong angle, but I caught just enough of a glimpse of the woman’s face to decide that I would follow Candy, abandoning Jae, who stammered something about Tourette’s Syndrone as the elevator doors closed on the outraged lady.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you said that!” I was laughing so hard Candy had to grab my arm to keep me from stumbling.
Jae caught up with us. She was laughing too, in that horrified way one does when one sees a sacred cow – Always be respectful of your elders – tipped over into the mud. “Jesus, you should have seen her, her eyes got big and her lips got all mad and tight, and her chin started quivering like a bobble-head doll.”
We reached the suite. Jae and I collapsed onto the couch, giggling madly. Candy looked slightly abashed.
“I didn’t really think about it,” she said, biting her lip. “I didn’t mean to be rude, it just - came out.”
“Well,” I said, “it’s probably good that you didn’t say something like: “Hell no, we’re not orthodontist-girls, we’re a bunch of perverted harlots, and we’re going to go stick needles through this guy’s nipples, you wanna watch?”
That made Candy laugh, too. “Yeah, well, that’s sort of what I was thinking. Only not the wanna-watch part.”
So if you’re a lady of mature years who had an encounter with three wild women at the Fairmont this weekend: Sorry, we didn’t mean to be rude. Want us to stick needles in your nipples to make up for it?

News Post: Hearthstone

http://penny-arcade.com/news/post/2014/04/18/hearthstone

Gabe: I’ve been playing a few hours of Hearthstone every day of my vacation. During the day while the kids are playing in the sand or after they go to bed while I’m out on the porch. The soothing sound of the ocean waves is the only thing that has kept me from snapping the iPad in half and tossing it into the water. That might make it sound like I don’t like the game and that’s not true. I actually really like it a lot. I should hate it. I should have stopped playing it days ago and I should delete it from the iPad but I haven’t done that. I haven’t done that…
Old Edith, Carolina, Ralph, and I decide to go downtown to Flash Mash, dance club slash well-stocked bar. Old Edith and I aren’t sure it’s a great idea, but Ralph wants to drink and Carolina is dying to party. Anyway, Jeannette’s been encouraging us to do more together, said it’s good for us, so we go.

CHATTER • by Rachel Gurevich | Every Day Fiction - The once a day flash fiction magazine.

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that's my boy

that's my boy

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Happy Birthday LJFriend loreleidotcom!

Happy Birthday LJFriend loreleidotcom!


I use the LJ notification emails to remind me to make these posts and so I apologise if I miss anyone's birthday - I likely did not get that email for whatever LJReason or you may not have your birthday on your LJ userinfo page. Also, if there are multiple LJ names on this post, two or more of them might belong to the same RL person.

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News Post: The Dungeon Mistress, Part Five

http://penny-arcade.com/news/post/2014/04/18/the-dungeon-mistress-part-five

Tycho: The Night Of A Thousand Hours: Wayrest Chapel (In the adventure proper, there’s a werewolf or two.  In another of my awesome, helpful notes, there is a single two-word line that says Cur’s Wort which is a plant Nature checks reveal to be considered protection against the creatures.  But this dude is a bad-ass, and one of the ways you can tell is that he doesn’t care.) “The church itself is lit within by a combination of torches, red candles, and glowing orbs of unknown manufacture.  Lights pours out the windows, a bringing to mind a lantern, or a…

Thankful Thursday

So... today I'm thankful for...

  • Music and musicians.
  • A room big enough for house concerts!
  • Kids and cats.
  • Gin.
  • The ability to hold things more or less together in public.

I'd add "getting the taxes done" except that I didn't. Bit of a short list today. Sorry about that.

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I will be there! Will you?

(I won't be in the dealers' room this year -- my schedule's a bit too complicated for that this weekend -- so if you've bought recent shinies and want to pick them up at the convention, there's no table to meet at, but we can figure out other rendezvous points. Otherwise tomorrow is Big Mailing Things Day.)
I started noting down where I've eaten out this year, as well as books and gigs and films and stuff. This has the side effect of being a log of how many times they fail to follow through on a proclaimed understanding that I cannot eat gluten or dairy.

So far this year: 15 meals out, -1 creamy risotto, -1 salad with croutons, -1 sorbet on a bed of biscuit crumbs, -1 stealth ingredient (the other three I detected in time to not eat them) = 27% failure rate which is pretty fucking appalling.

I feel bad about making such a fuss every time I eat out, peering suspiciously and double checking everything instead of trusting them to have given me safe food, but with a hit rate like that I'm not going to stop any time soon.

NB Not currently broken from food, despite the userpic, and I have a lovely dairy free Easter egg to look forward to :-)

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