Writing
It’s turning into an oddly emotional day for me. Odd because I don’t usually feel this emotional, odd for the emotions being felt. I started crying as I fell asleep last night. This is odd because I rarely cry. I don’t cry properly. Other people seem to
Quotes
I believe the great ones, Plato, Lao Tze, Buddha, Christ, Paul and the great Hebrew prophets are not remembered for negation or denial. Not that it is necessary to be remembered but there is one purpose in writing I can see, beyond simply doing it interestingly. It is the duty
Writing
I'm sitting in the therapists' waiting room, waiting for my son to finish his session. He likes coming here. He says he can tell her anything and she has to keep it a secret. I've got my Air Pods, electronica clicking along to block out
Autism
The last few days haven’t been the greatest. I thought that maybe I was burned out from our long weekend of family togetherness, but Tuesday, the first day that I got to be alone, was a good day. The following days, not so much. Let me define what I
Gaming
To recap, I think BL3 is a very good game. Fundamentally, it's an iteration of BL2, much the same way BL2 was an iteration of the original Borderlands. This is a good thing; those were good games, and I think BL3 is the best version. I finished the
Autism
It's a weird roller coaster. Some days, I feel very competent. I handle everything thrown my way. I get more done than I expected to, or complete something that's been hanging out there forever. Even things that normally give me trouble I can handle just fine,
Gaming
I’ve been playing Borderlands 3 lately. I got it for Christmas, and I’ve been playing it since. I went from chasing bounties in Destiny 2 to vault hunting pretty quickly. To me, the Borderlands franchise is very similar to Diablo. Not that this is a bad thing. Both
blogs
It feels like such a cliché, but all sorts of things have happened to me in the last couple of weeks that makes it feel like I've turned some sort of corner. I'm being healthier, I'm reading and writing more, and I'm
Writing
I used to write letters to people. Way back when, before mail went electronic, before we had computers in our pockets, I would put pen to paper and write letters to my friends. These were people whom I used to be close with, who were now far away from me.
Writing
Some of my fondest memories of childhood are the moments where my father laughed out loud at some cartoon I was watching on TV. My father is a somber, quiet man; not humorless, but possessing a wry, subtle sense of humor. The points where something in the cartoon would cause
Writing
You arrived back home late yesterday, about 6:30, pushing through with the force of will to make it to your own driveway, into your own back door. Five days on the road, but it's enough of a break that it feels like forever. Feels like your own
blogs
I'm in Chicago to celebrate New Year's before New Year's. Every year for nearly 20 years, a group of my college friends have gathered, even as we've grown and spread across the country. Most of us started in the Midwest, and Chicago