Friday, February 25, 2005
Tonight we are going out to celebrate the fact that my son Adam has just finished up yet a another trimester at De Vry University, and all indications say he's not going to be falling off the President's List anytime soon.
Not bad for a kid who was getting D's and F's at the start of ninth grade because he'd been misdiagnosed with A.D.D.
What he has in fact, is a thankfully manageable case of Asperger's Syndrome, a bizarre type of functional autism that you frequently find in computer engineers. No kidding.
Guess what Adam wants to be?
Once he was diagnosed and got on the right meds, he started trying to correct his behavior regarding the odd things that Asperger's patients do -- such as, when the waitress says, "you want something to drink?" He no longer says "Yes" and turns away. He actually TELLS her what he WANTS to drink.
He has plenty of girlfriend wannabes now, which is to be expected since he looks like my beautiful wife, only with a beard. Even though by his own admission he doesn't quite get the logic to physical attraction. (Maybe Mr. Spock had Asperger's.) Sometimes he finds girls amusing on the same level that you find a puppy amusing. After a couple hours, though, it's time to leave puppygirl and go sit in his room alone.
So Adam's doing great and we're proud of him. He's picking where we go to dinner tonight. As long as it's not a hot sauce chugging contest (which, by the way, he'd probably win), I'm sure we'll have a good time.
Way to go, Adam!
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The Government is worried that all of the missles they sold to the Taliban in the late 70s and through the 80s have not been accounted for.
Isn't it just like rebel terrorists to not be nice and tell you where the stuff is you gave them? The NERVE of some indiginous people.
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I am a presidential history buff. I have always wanted to own actual autogaphs of presidents. But I'm also poor and when the bidding gets past $90 or so, I'm out of the game. So up till this point I have been without any autographs. (I know I could get Jimmye Carter's but it would mean having to go to a fucking COSTCO to meet him and buy a book. I hate that place.)
However, persistence and E-bay paid off. For 69.99 I picked up a document signed by Franklin Pierce, our 14th (and probably most ineffectual) president. I intend to frame it but I have no idea where I'm going to put it.
I have a few days to wait until it gets here so I'll try to figure something out.
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Mark your calendars now: Next Saturday, March 5, I'm going to be closing the annual Fiddlers' Dream spring festival. I go on at 10:30. I was told by the lady booking things that I'm going last because NOBODY wants to follow me. I guess I'm flattered, but it's TOUGH playing at 10:30! I never woulda made it in Vegas...
TT
Not bad for a kid who was getting D's and F's at the start of ninth grade because he'd been misdiagnosed with A.D.D.
What he has in fact, is a thankfully manageable case of Asperger's Syndrome, a bizarre type of functional autism that you frequently find in computer engineers. No kidding.
Guess what Adam wants to be?
Once he was diagnosed and got on the right meds, he started trying to correct his behavior regarding the odd things that Asperger's patients do -- such as, when the waitress says, "you want something to drink?" He no longer says "Yes" and turns away. He actually TELLS her what he WANTS to drink.
He has plenty of girlfriend wannabes now, which is to be expected since he looks like my beautiful wife, only with a beard. Even though by his own admission he doesn't quite get the logic to physical attraction. (Maybe Mr. Spock had Asperger's.) Sometimes he finds girls amusing on the same level that you find a puppy amusing. After a couple hours, though, it's time to leave puppygirl and go sit in his room alone.
So Adam's doing great and we're proud of him. He's picking where we go to dinner tonight. As long as it's not a hot sauce chugging contest (which, by the way, he'd probably win), I'm sure we'll have a good time.
Way to go, Adam!
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The Government is worried that all of the missles they sold to the Taliban in the late 70s and through the 80s have not been accounted for.
Isn't it just like rebel terrorists to not be nice and tell you where the stuff is you gave them? The NERVE of some indiginous people.
------
I am a presidential history buff. I have always wanted to own actual autogaphs of presidents. But I'm also poor and when the bidding gets past $90 or so, I'm out of the game. So up till this point I have been without any autographs. (I know I could get Jimmye Carter's but it would mean having to go to a fucking COSTCO to meet him and buy a book. I hate that place.)
However, persistence and E-bay paid off. For 69.99 I picked up a document signed by Franklin Pierce, our 14th (and probably most ineffectual) president. I intend to frame it but I have no idea where I'm going to put it.
I have a few days to wait until it gets here so I'll try to figure something out.
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Mark your calendars now: Next Saturday, March 5, I'm going to be closing the annual Fiddlers' Dream spring festival. I go on at 10:30. I was told by the lady booking things that I'm going last because NOBODY wants to follow me. I guess I'm flattered, but it's TOUGH playing at 10:30! I never woulda made it in Vegas...
TT
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