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Punk girls, of course. (Duh.)

Good fortune,

- Icarus and his punk rock girl

Practically every Saturday night, I enjoy a large t-bone steak, sometimes even a porterhouse; it is my way of celebrating my heritage as Scottish royalty, my few moments each week of living life in a "kingly" manner.

This week, I was getting ready to prepare a rather large porterhouse for my evening meal, which involves tenderizing the steak with a fork and my own special blend of spices, and broiling it to medium rare perfection. My autistic son, who usually ends up pilfering at least half of my steak (I share "bites" with him), saw me get the steak out of the fridge, and decided to try to tell me it was all for him. In response to this, I ended up chasing him around the house, with the steak still wrapped in saran and then white paper, playfully smacking him with it; not hard or anything, just enough to give him a playful little jostle. At one point, he started saying, "All done, Daddy! All done, Daddy!", which is what he says when he wants me to stop something.

I confess, the thought occurred to me that that was very likely the first time ever in human history, that a daddy chased his son (autistic or otherwise) around playfully smacking him with a wrapped porterhouse steak.

I confess, I love to make history.

Good fortune,

- Icarus the Freaking Lunatic

I said I wasn't going to jump my bike due to the past; I confess that I did today.

I saw a vertical gutter/curb/whatever they're called, instead of lifting one wheel up onto it at a time at a snail's pace; I was rolling and I didn't feel like slowing down, so I bounced up onto it; first time in 21 years. It felt good.

Icarus_Falling,

Dude, where's doth honor? Bludgeoning an unarmed combatant to the point of surrender with a deathly weapon is lacking in all chivalry. (You’d be a crazy dad to have; which is a good thing.)

I confess that I confessed yesterday,
which may have been an error.

I confess I am too lazy at the moment (well only when it comes to getting out of bed)

ok i admit i was once asked to keep an eye on my Inlaws house while they were on holidays i had taken my little Westie dog around their house with me and he peed all over their bed and .............i just left it. it must have stank when they came back.

I confess I have a really bad habit of holding and holding when I need the bathroom as I am too lazy to get up and go.

I confess that before I chose my current university, I based my college choices on the odds of there being single Aspie women there.

Tim

Rules of chivalry are temporarily suspended for training purposes. It is my hope to make him stronger by forcing him to play on unequal terms. Even when we rastle (my secret weapon is the tickle claw), it's not really fair, since I'm about twice his size. But he puts up a respectable battle when we play, and even does me very proud now and then.

I confess, a few weeks ago, he caught me with a kick to the yarbles that sent me doubling over in pain fetal style; it was my fault for not blocking it, but he was so quick I missed the usual rampant telescoping. And, seeing that he'd hurt me, he immediately comes over and starts asking, "Are you OK? Are you OK?" which is the phrase he knows for when someone get's hurt. His mum was standing by at the time with a look of nervous shock on her face; but I just looked up at him, managed a half smile and a thumbs up, and croaked out, "Well done."

Besides, not only did he get some bites of that steak, but when we didn't finish it all, I put the rest in the cooler; I got up and went to have a bit of it for breakfast, only to find that the son had gotten it out and eaten the rest of it when nobody was looking; I found the bone in the trash. Little weasel! (He actually pulls that one all the time; it's impossible to keep any leftovers around).

Good fortune,

- Icarus the Hollywood Meat Slapper

I confess I've shot down some real badasses during the past few hours...
I have died a few times but that didn't stop me.

lol Resident Evil 4...

I also confess that I ought to be cracking on with some work but seriously: Resident Evil 4 vs assignment... I mean c'mon!! There's no contest.

I confess, one of my goddesses, Melikki goddess of forest and hunt, sent me a most wonderful and beautiful blessing yestereve. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Melikki's Mystical Bug Zapper.



Not only effective, but 100% natural and organic.

Good fortune,

- Icarus Thanks Melikki for the Blessing

I confess that today at the festival, an older lady took one look at me and said, "Oh honey, you're shaking all over. Are you hungry?"

I confess that I started to answer, "No, I'm just -" and then realized that I didn't know just what I was and couldn't explain why I was shaking anyway. I could mention the emotions behind it (fear, anxiety, guilt, helplessness, inability to communicate, ect), but not how they worked; it wouldn't make sense.

I confess that I then realized that a.) she hadn't asked why I was shaking, just if I was hungry, b.) she wouldn't understand or be interested in said emotions, and c.) I take concern behind questions way too seriously. So I just left it at, "No, I'm just -", waved my hand, and shrugged. She seemed to understand that.

I confess that I can't read.

I confess I am close to a major meltdown
My anger is like a great pressure I have to get out.

I confess to Almighty Aspie that just this afternoon, I had a cry session because I am lonely & have no friends to talk to.