The Dino-Aspie Cafe (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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"What was the all about?" they ask at the cafe. "Was that a melt down?"

"Nah" someone replies, "Just an attention seeking tantrum."

She touched me!! !! !

I was in a perfectly good space puppy mode, act IV, scene V and she just landed on me!

Lau's hand comes up in a broad, sweeping gesture and knocks Zanne to the floor. "Maybe she's clumsy?" he asks.

Zanne sees *******

"Maybe," Seriousgirl replies.

"Have a biscuit," Nana says.

Zanne looks and only sees pieces of the biscuit. The floaters block out the other parts.

Chuck takes the biscuit and helps himself to a bite. "Pretty good!" he says.

"Thanks!" Nana says, smiling. "I made them myself."

Zanne curls in a ball and reaches out to twirl Lau's hair and think about her story. Lau swats at the mosquito in his hair. Serious goes back to looking for an appropriate med dose for Post. Cosmic puts her feet up on the coffee table. Krex checks out her latest bug collection. Metta calls her friend for more support.

All is back to normal in the Dino Aspie Cafe and then Inventor arrives...

Lemon's eyes go .

I look at people's mouths when they talk also. I'm not consciously aware that I'm doing that until I catch myself and then I make a quick concious or deliberate shift up to the eyes and try to focus there and then the next thing you know, without being aware of when I re-shifted, I find myself looking at their mouth again. It's like I'm always drawn back to the mouth. I did an experiment with my husband the other night and asked him if he could tell when I was looking at his mouth and when I was looking at his eyes. He couldn't. I can shift my focus from eyes to mouth without any noticeable eye movement. Looking into people's eyes is - and this is hard to explain because I always come up short when I try to understand it myself - but the closest I can come to it is, painful, but exquisitely painful, intensely affective to the senses, sacred even. It's like looking at God, or the soul, and I feel that if I look into the eyes of another for any length of time that exceeds what my comfort allows before it pulls me away, I will have a spiritual orgasm. There, I've said it. Is there a bus out of this town?

I'm slighly obsessed with people's teeth, it comes from watching the mouth instead of the eyes. I can relate to recognising people by their teeth.

...and on that other subject. I have so many 'floaters' it's getting annoying looking through a veil of spots. If I'd known about floaters when young, I would've worn glasses just for protection.

Here's my take on the whole dino-cafe. I like it where it is, in the new comer section. I liked it better when it migrated up and down the page, because it drew the eye. The kids see the age on it and if they would like to show false ID, fine, but doubt it would take too long for the jig to be up. I wouldn't mind seeing the age dropped some, there have been more then a few that have been around in here, that fall into our it didn't exist before labels we grew up with, but don't fit the age limit. I'd like to see that age at about 35, give or take 5. I mean age and us aren't exactly a correct comparison. I always hung out with an older group. My personal take is to be silly, I think laughter is the best medicene. Enough other places for the serious stuff, however... We do have some understanding from a different perspective, so when it gets serious in here, that's ok too. It can get a little confusing, but hey, pick out the parts ya like and let the rest go. I like the blueberry muffins and the cornmeal with gobs of dripping butter are just fine too, grab what suits ya. They can move it. I'll just start it here again. I can think of no better place for the cafe then here, what a huge gulp of fresh air it has been for many of us. Kids are fine if cooked well, but my days of child rearing are over, thank god. It's like 50 years in the cold dark world, pop on to a site like this and here are a group right on the welcome page that I fit into? It doesn't get any better then that.

Lemon, Lemon, what am I to do with you. I finally get you to start talking and you're freaking out like you've spammed all 115 pages of this thing. That's my job, find another Speaking of Spam, I wonder if spam and jelly sandwichs taste good?

Robyn,
Your post, that is to say, you, your words have affected me. Reading them was like looking into someones eyes. There is no guile in you. How perfectly you have portrayed vulnerability.

I know how to film it. I know how to set it up, already done in my head. I need to find the software to edit it. It will even have sound Can you hear that big smack now?

Do I get a cut of the ticket sales? What about the rating? I need to understand the difference between R and an X and they have all these new fancy dancy things on tv that befuddle the hell out of me. Butt nakit kissing? Is that an R or an X or does it depend on the passion in the kiss or the response from the kiss. I could go "oooo that feeeels sooo gooood when you do that with your tongue" or I could go "YUKEY EECK YUKEY YUKEY!! !", would that have a bearing on the rating?

And not my ass being skinny f00, I was talking about looking at my own floaters in my own eyes with a microscope. Lau can hand over his brain, but I need my eyes in case I loose mine. (hands Merle the 2x4)

I hate ceromies, Christmas, parties...

Anzac biscuits are made of rolled oats, butter, syrup etc. Haven't made them myself for a while so forget. But you melt the ingredients then bake. Good cooks have crip biscuits; poor cooks have soft, bending ones.

Oh yeah, hate anzac day too. Hate war, hate our way of focussing on our dead. Often think that those killed are caucasian and should be mourned by the whole world.. Any one different - they can't feel the pain anyway.

CC how can you as an aspie "read" me? Is it the printed word? I have tears in my eyes as I read your post.

My strongest gift is the printed word. I can see right through to the reality it portrays. That must be as aspie gift as well.

I love this place.

Anzac cookies? Nummy. I didn't know one melted the ingredients first in order to get a crisp cookie. Would explain some of my cookies, er, biscuits.

Or biccie.

I think while most of us may be of a certain age, but just like any other thread, whoever feels comfortable here is welcome. Even if they are a bright-eyed seven or eight year old rapscallion giggling after nana...

I also gaze at mouths, but I do it to focus on the words. Lip-reading. I have to focus because if there's other noise in the room I can't understand the person I'm talking to. While it seems there's a few aspies who do this, I've seen it in non-aspie people.

The eye thing...Cosmiccat, I relate to what you said about looking in people's eyes. There's also something terrible about looking into someone's eyes--that kind of vulnerable awe of doing so. I have to really trust someone to look in their eyes, and even then it's hard. Most of the time I'm looking from the bridge of their nose to their mouths.

Postpaleo- to kiss your own butt, do you have to have hypermobility disorder? Or a strange fascination with gluteal maximi? Well, there could be worse hobbies...well, except the Frenching part. The filming part I can relate to. If you succeed, you need to get it on YouTube. Unless it has really good dialogue--then it can be released as an arty documentary to go head to head (so to speak) against John Kerry's new documentary in the Oscars next year.

Or we could do like an Aspie cancan line of all who are able to do so, and have written on each bare cheek a letter that will spell when we're all lined up,"ChineseFartRag."

Just a thought.

YYYYYEEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHH.

Words are walls that you can see through. If your mind and your words are one, the walls you build will be invisible no matter how artfully you clothe them in fiction.

oh! I can't BEAR to look at peoples teeth and gums! It is beyond my BELIEF that they open their lips WIDE and bare their inner pinkish gums and shoepeg teeth glistening like chicklets in a unholy grimace just in GREETING to each other. (shiver) I have a mouth like our dear Zwinky on Vacation and when smiling wildly I barely look like I am being pleasant, and teeth are NOT exposed, thank you very much!

Merle

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no, I can't hear it, remember? I have no sound on my computer.

Merle



Merle takes careful aim. . .

roflmfao

Tee hee! My countdown to the "big 1,000th" is well under way. I'm looking forward to all my presents. Unfortunately, it's probably not going to happen today. I'll probably get teasingly close, then my sister and brother-in-law will arrive, with my great neice, and we'll all be off in the camper, prior to visiting Longleat tomorrow.

I'm not exactly sure why, but I seem to have been visiting the safari park more and more frequently (it's only 25 miles away). The staff are going to start recognising me ("Oh look. There's that old long-haired loony who insists on chasing children through to mazes"). I'll give everyone's regards to the giraffes, I'm sure they'll appreciate it.

(NB. Maybe I'll have a go in one of the big mazes, this time. The mazes referred to above are painted onto the ground. I don't cheat. My prey often does.)

It's 1:26 and I'm laughing aloud at your pegs!