I’m visiting my sister’s family next week. I’ve been getting in the habit of buying books for my little nephews in preparation for their late teens when they start getting curious about drugs and porn. Then I’ll be the goofy aunt who gave them “that” book, and maybe they’ll talk to me about stuff they can’t talk to their mom about. Besides, the nephews are cute, and totally deserve a copy of Terry Pratchett’s “Where’s My Cow?”
I live in Cambridge, MA, one of the last places in the country with independent bookstores. I decided to buy the book locally and bring it with me on the plane instead of, say, copping out and ordering it from Amazon to be shipped.
I went to Curious George Goes to Wordsworth. They did not have the book, but said that they could order it.
I went to the Harvard Bookstore. They did not have the book, but said that they could order it.
I went to Pandemonium Books and Games. They’d certainly have it. Nope. They offered to order it. I explained the nephews. They tried to figure out if they could order it to be shipped to my nephews for me, but finally admitted that it would be cheaper for me to order from Amazon.
I just ordered the book from Amazon.
As promised, here is the next third of my short story, “The Tiger.” For those who missed it last week, part 1 is here.
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Sample conversation:
Me: I’m a really tough stick.
Phlebotomist: You have a good vein right here.
Me: It will roll. Guaranteed.
Phlebotomist: No, I’ve got it.
Me: Ow.
Me: Ow.
Me: Ow!
Phlebotomist: Uh, it rolled. Let me see your other arm.
Me: *cries*
This is why I don’t enjoy reading vampire fiction and won’t write it either.
Which isn’t such a bad thing; I have to make up something new.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that I don’t have enough free smut on my site. Well, I’m going to fix that starting now.
I’m taking an old story that is out of print and posting it in three parts now and on the following two Thursdays.
It’s time for part one of “The Tiger.”
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I’ll be there tomorrow (Saturday) for a bit.
Let me know if you’d like to bump into me.
Yesterday I broke 100 recorded hits on my blog for the first time. Unfortunately, they were all looking for FaceBook.
Now that we’ve got that out of the way, this news report says that autism and Asperger’s will be conflated in the next DSM. I think this is a good thing. I’m tired of people thinking that Asperger’s is a ‘mild form of autism.’ They are the same disorder with slightly different manifestations. An autie’s lack of language skills can make the disorder to worse to people around him, whereas having the speech abilities that auties lack just makes my life as an Aspie miserable. No one can see that there’s anything different about me, and aren’t interested in explanations counter to what they expect to see.
Furthermore, Asperger’s has managed to get less ’stigma’ than autism. Let us Aspies give the auties a leg up in that department.
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