I was blathering to the spouse about inappropriate 80s song lyrics, and I mentioned Oingo Boingo’s “Liittle Girls” as one example of many songs (going back at least as far as The Beatles’s “I Saw Her Standing There”). And while songs like The Knack’s “My Sharona”, Motley Crue’s “All In the Name Of…”, and Ted…
Author: Clio
Spencer Reid and the Dual-Empathy Problem
Today I’m reflecting on: Spencer Reid showed up very briefly on Criminal Minds, and it was an Autistic sucker punch for me. (This post is overt-spoiler-free, but there’s a fairly strong hint.) TV shows only show a slice of the life of the characters. Usually when characters disappear from a show, unless they’re killed or…
Accessibility
1. One visit to Pine Knob after a week in Toronto provided a stark contrast in accessibility between the two countries. The only “sight-seeing” place we went in Toronto that felt hostile to people with disabilities was Casa Loma, and even it has a page about its accessibility access. Ripley’s Aquarium had two sensory tents,…
Dairy 060625 – Fight
I woke up this morning thinking about emotional immaturity. This summer’s project is to organize as much of my old writing as possible. Recently, it’s been stuff from 95-96, including stuff I wrote improvised on Grex, a message board I was active on during that time period. One file I found is a chat log…
Zorro in the Barrio
Once upon a time, I started to write a short story about an inner city area where the dominant force was a person who ran the area as if it were some sort of medieval wasteland. It was a riff on Mad Max, except in the modern era instead of a dystopian future. I think…
Diary 050325
1 Lately I’ve been going through my old writing (decades old, in many cases) writing and trying to organize it. Today I found a story I don’t remember writing. It feels like I was trying to mimic “The Usual Suspects”, which would put it in the late 1990s. The gist is that this person is…
Luke 5:20
Jessamyn sat on a bench in the middle of the city park, legs crossed into applesauce. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking into the sunlight. Some gray clouds had moved in across the horizon; it would rain soon, but the sun would hold out for a little longer. The Now that she had been inhabiting…
Romans 12:2
Ravyn pulled the sheet of paper out of the typewriter’s mechanism and set it, upside down, on the pile of finished sheets. They picked up the stack and tapped the edge on the table to straighten it. Fifty-two pages. Too short to be a novel, too long to be a short story, but enough to…
Philippians 4:8
jlite: Hi. It’s been a while. vladtheimpala: Oh, hey! Long time no chat. How are things going? jlite: It’s fine. Everything’s fine. I guess. How are you? vladtheimpala: Same old same old, nothing to report. What’s going on? jlite: Nothing. I just wanted to apologize. I know it might be a late, but still, I…
Matthew 4:1
3:04. I know what time it was because I instinctively looked at the clock on Letitia’s dresser moments after I opened her bedroom door and noticed she wasn’t there. The window was open, and while the rest of her stuffed animals were lined up on the edge of the bed, in size order, Theodore Bear…