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

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After giving this several deep ponderings and at least one very shallow ponder, I have come up with at least 10 theroys on how this might work. IPE BOIYA. That may be Italian. Perhaps a dead or lost language. I ruled out French because they already had their International day. My long lost freind Dr. Cross, last I knew she was in Israel looking at, for, and reading or trying to read (complex woman) lost languages, is not here to confirm it. (she also married an Astronomer, so I can only guess where they might be looking) However the good news is I switch letters around, disregard spelling and as my reading very often just ignores things, I see a solution. PIE BOY. That's my theroy and no one can talk me out of it, till I prove me wrong. It would be very good for the world economy, we could eat pie everyday, do toasts to celebrate our bliss at being a part of the group at large. I would ponder it might be very good therapy. Not for us, but the Inter Nationals. Also known as the INs. Since it is only Friday here, I don't have many ponders left. Man, will I be glad when it comes to Thank God It Is Tuesday, TGIIT. Yeah lookin more like a lost language. Naw that's not right, we found it. I have no more ponder's left for today, I can't ponder this out.

Here's the problem as you have also noted with the area the a word is spoken. Spelt. To me that means something is speeled wrong. If you were to go elsewhere and probably only over to the neighbors, you might hear. "Oh, gawd dang it, I spelt it all over my stockings. You need to get the twang in the slang.

Hope you find your thread. Hard to so without it.

My wife just reminded me. Squating can lead to serious posion ivy rash. Fortuantly or un, I didn't get the rash. I don't know how familar you are with New Jersey, it isn't all built up. When setting out test unit lines, machetes just didn't cut it. We sharpend the edges of our shovels to cut through the holly (ouch) the briars (ouch) posion ivy(itch) posion sumac (itch/ouch) and other assorted flora and fauna growth. Becasue I didn't get it, I had to do it, way more then I liked. My posion ivy immunties started to waver, later, but I never got it too badly. Some got it very badly as in, need to get shots for it. Bathing with oatmeal soap wasn't a luxery, it was a nessecity. The handling of outerware and boots was a fine art and if you didn't master it, you would be a walking rash for a very long time.

Your powers of persuasion must be pretty good to get someone else to write your name and not theirs. However in your honor I will write yours the next time. So I will drink the rest of my coffee and head out into the snow. I need to get wood for the fire anyway.

I normally print when I write, I won't print this time. So bottoms up and here I go.

On a serious note (I think I can manage that for a mo), I've been having a bit'o'trouble this ten-day.

I've just posted this elsewhere, but it is maybe more relevant to people here.
Do not read this document if you are a driver in the UK and have obtained, or are thinking of obtaining, an official diagnosis. DVLA

That's it. Quite enough of being serious. Anyone fancy a game of "Show-The-Turnip"?

My how these old folks carry on. I hope the Dino Cafe sign keeps the little ones out. Imagine discovering that yellow snow art is a major concern farther down the path they are on.

Hahahhaa! Good one, Inventor.

Yes, I too, am unsure whether the youngsters would be encouraged or scared witless if they were to wander in and see what's in store...!

Encouraged, I hope. I really do.

Aylissa -- wanted to thank you for the encouraging word Wednesday evening. Update: Apparently my taking the bull by the horns is exactly what was needed to put a little giddyupandgo in the Big Important Institution. My "buh, bye" email hit the bull's eye, the bronco bucked, the glaciers lunged...and I got an offer! (Thank you, ah thank you vura much!, said Cowboy Elvis).

Now, we are in what I like to call the Happy Horse S--- (negotiation) phase of the Rodeo whereby the HR person makes a cowpatlike offer via phone and says there is no negotiation. And the party of the third part thinks: Bullcrap. Then sweetly inquires via email as to whether the level of the position has downshifted since thisahere Rodeo Clown's FIRST interview. Because the job description is the same even though the starting pay range is lower, and in fact, a downgrade in categorization was never mentioned much less discussed (and would be unwise, and possibly unethical if not illegal).

Then, the HR Hoss, presumably, scurries to the the Ranch Overseer to check and see how to wrangle with the whippersnASPIER, who might have been fooled once, and even 1700 times as a younger Aspie, but is NOW A CRUSTY OLD DINO Buckaroo with WHOM NO ONE CAN ANY LONGER F--K, who knows a beartrap and a load of claptrap when she sees it!

And the beat goes on.... Suspect this will result in a mano-a-mano tete a tete with Overseer Monday to see just how many little doagies we can rustle up.

Wish this 'ole Ranch Hand luck, fellow WPers, wish her luck. And thanks, you guys, beyond what I can express, for keeping me laughing, intrigued and included (and did I mention laughing?) during all of this.

DD
(P.S. Aylissa, the moniker came from Dances w/ Wolves, except dogs, of which I have a whole pack.

“Anyone fancy a game of "Show-The-Turnip"?” sayith Lau

WOOT!! Veggy porn.


“My how these old folks carry on. I hope the Dino Cafe sign keeps the little ones out. Imagine discovering that yellow snow art is a major concern farther down the path they are on.’ invented by the Inventor

That’s the shortest post I’ve ever seen him do. I hope the ol fart is feeling well. You ok there ol timer?

Dog Dancer, I’m freakin speechless.

"Veggy porn" - I thought you might be referring to the spelt, which is some kind of grain they try to pass off as food at the natural food store.

Lucky you dogdancer, I'm jealous. When I wrote to ask why I didn't get the job, I heard thunderous silence. I suppose begging is not a preferred method for getting the job you really want. I keep asking somebody for operating instructions, but nobody seems to have a copy.

I'm off to start a thread about being a b***h magnet.

After my rant perhaps I'll be able to come back here and be civil.
-Lissa

Oh but the latest good news is that, if I really really want to, I can work as an administrator at our brand-new VA retirement home! Woo hoo! Oh sorry paleo. I was supposed to be proud to do that. I guess I have bipolar or dual=personality issues. Haven't figured out which. Or maybe just the week from hell at work.

Hi, all.

Keep in mind, IF I take this job, I will be queen (junior grade) b***h amongst a bunch of Aspies -- truly. NOT a crew of cutthroat MBAs, whizkid inventors, hotshot MDs, Fortune 50 salesfolks or other forceful personalities.

Although I have EARNED this offer, and I will do a damn good job, DO remember that, as one of the Marx brothers said, I wouldn't want to be part of any club that would have me. Well, this club would have me, so THAT says loads about the gunslinging in which I'm involved!! !

NOT that I'm not proud of myself or proud to be tapped by this particular group of ASPIES -- just calling a spade a spade.

SO -- although trust me, I HAVE begged before, and I've come pretty close to begging this time, let us DO remember that a) I was rejected the first time and b) I've spent PLENTY O' TIME being f---ed with by b*****s with half my intellegence and none of my education. So, in many ways, it's a PLEASURE to be f---ed with by the highly educated! LOL!

Glass half empty or half full? Who the hell cares as long as there's plenty 'o spelt for all.

Yours in ASness/Bipolarity/Anxiety/Depression and general old-fart obstreperousness!!

DD

Hang in there, Aylisssa -- it's a cold shower for the b*****s every time you move up a notch.

Veggy porn was a hold over from my alt-roundtable days. Used to have a guy that would use the term and then put up vegetables with odd shapes and sizes and all that. When lau did the turnup thing my mind just flashed between monty paython and RichG's veggie porn. I really can't help it you know. My fingers should know better, but they are my slaves.

b***h Magnet? I'm intrigued.

"I guess I have bipolar or dual=personality issues. Haven't figured out which."

Why limit yourself to just one? Take em both. We like it don't we, my precious. (nods head at self)

Conga Rats!! on the job, if you are so minded.

As much as it has finally gotten some news attention there is something some don't know or won't understand. It is at the top of the system it is so badly broken. A VA hospital (the one I go to anyways) has been the only one of it's type (hospitals in general) where people that work there say hi, smile, ask you how you're doing while you pass them in a hall. Greet you with a smile, go out of their way to be nice. This isn't just one person this is everybody, from the guy sweeping the floor right up the line. I'm sure this isn't in every one. What I'm saying is, it's the top of the system that doesn't seem to know what it's like in the trenches. The folks in the trench do a great job with what they have, but they need more. More are coming home, it's going to get worse on an already overloaded system. We aren't asking for charity, just keep the promise you made to us. Try to hand out pity in a vets room and you won't walk out again. It isn't pity that we would like. Gads, I got serious, that sucks!!

And there's the most brilliant signature I've seen in...a few days.

Damn you. You always make me cry, and I'm a total sucker when I cry. "Oh yes sir, I'll take that really difficult job where I have to be nice to oodles of cranky people every day starting at 7 f&ing am, and I'll smile when I do it because my purpose in life is to make people feel better..." ) that would be at least one of my personalities/moods, anyway.

Back to reality: you are SO lucky to have a place like that. I am studying graduate nursing admin, and I can tell you from professional and academic knowledge/experience, that kind of stuff comes from the top down, and: it is very rare. Appreciate it because most of us have only complaints about our very expensive healthcare.

"Yours in ASness/Bipolarity/Anxiety/Depression and general old-fart obstreperousness!!"

Dog Dancer you're my kind of people. Both of me like you.

"Bipolarity" <--------- (snatched, plagerized and no remorse on doing it) roflmao

I'd be tempted to snatch obstreperousness too, cept besides spelt check, I don't like dictionarys to much either.

Still about, after reading this thread I went to play with the kiddies. It is life in the trenches, they are here and still smelling of mom's apple pie. They try, they have the biggest problems they can come up with. While I am sure they have run across some of my posts, I show another side, concerned senior management leading from the front lines. My little girl has taught me to state what I mean in small words.

School problems, parent problems, just expanding the world view a bit, tell them what they know and they might believe you.

As extra dino I have buried a lot of my past, I get a fresh view from reading them, all the little turning points that overcome or cause mounting problems. I am good at finding the order in systems. I am driven to define, organize, and teach.

I do lead a sheltered life, mostly stay in my cave. I can play with some of the dinos. They are a bit deep and complex for me. I never did a lot of what they talk about.

I did have to go do that money thing, got some new ones coming out. Just trying to add a zero or two. It goes out, comes in, grows. I could get good at this. For all of the obsessions I have had, wealth was never one. I am trying to change that.

Spring has come, it is dry enough to paint, time to play with machines, but having never known any people I find WP addictive.

I sent Krex a copy of my book on the Mesolithic, I wrote it a few years back and she might be the first reader. She liked it, said I tell stories well. Makes me wonder. It is about the Cultural Anthropology that caused a tremendous change in a generation or two. She does not know Mesolithic, or Cultural Anthropology, perhaps Mrs. Postpaleo would read?

I'm a few months shy of being able to be here. Be back when I'm old enough.

That sir, is a challenge. On more then one front and they are the best kind. I will approach her when she gets up. My wife, the archeo-whore that she is, has the degree to know how it might be viewed to the normal world. Dual degrees with honors, anthro and history, plus field exp. You might hit two birds with one stone. Lol, you very well may go striaght over the tops of both of our heads. I agree with you this place is a amazing. You're one of them too, ya old coot

Catch my web site link and you'll see an email and we can set it up. Ignore the mess, it's still in a state of destruction. Or do it private, no never mind which way.

Well guess you can't find my web place on my profile, Dunno why, I put it in the profile. Any clues why not, anyone? I mean the thing is x rated with the language, maybe that's why. I have really tried to be good with my nasty mouth here, I swear like a trooper, oh, that's right I was one. Anyway send me a hoot when you're ready.

Yeah, might better keep the kids away. They could link to a reader that had the guts to tell what it's like to recover from heroin (word makes me shudder to even write it) in a Malaysian prison. He did a good job but I know he sanitized it for American ears. My site will and had and links things that people that come from other planets then we do, have a hard time in this little ice burg we hit.

Sorry, cranky, just had to make sure the drunk that hit the damn porch across the street wasn't dying of carbon monoxide poisoning. I'll yank his ass out when the sun rises, he won't freeze by then.

Think it's time to take a chill pill. When it rains it pours. I wouldn't blame anybody if they didn't believe what I just wrote, first time I've talked in email with Noor and I'll be damned if the guy didn't hit the porch just as I was writing a post on my site called My Back Pages. How fitting. Truly cosmic. What a world.

Post Scirpt. I couldn't stand waiting for the sun. He lives. So watch when you drive, he'll do it again.

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Come back here you. You haven't had a muffin yet.