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We’re All Going To Die

Well, folks, it looks like I won’t be having that surgery after all. Why? Simple. The world’s ending.

I mean. Never mind the fact that we’ve heard all this before and it wasn’t true, conspiracy theorists promise that this time it really will end.

They say this every time, but apparently learn nothing from it.


Pictured above: The only sane reaction.

How is it going to happen this time, you ask? Nibiru!




It’s supposed to happen on the 23rd of September(which, oddly enough, was supposed to be the end of the world two years ago as well), and the evidence for the apocalypse is as follows:

On the 23rd, a sign will appear that matches Revelations 12: 1-2:

And a great sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars. She was pregnant and was crying out in birth pains and the agony of giving birth.

Cheerful, isn’t it? Anyway, supposedly the ‘woman’ will be represented by the constellation of Virgo. ‘She’ will be ‘clothed with the sun’ due to the fact that on the 23rd, the sun will be in Virgo. The sun already spends about a month out of each year in each of the Zodiac constellations, so this isn’t unusual by itself, but there’s more to be said in that department. For another thing, the moon will also be in Virgo, aka ‘moon under her feet’, Jupiter will be in Virgo(I’m guessing that this is supposed to represent the pregnancy, but what do I know?) and finally, Leo(with nine stars) and Mercury, Venus, and Mars will form the ‘crown of twelve stars’.

Unfortunately, Leo is just a grouping of stars picked out by men. Some depictions have extra stars, so as usual in telling the future, much cherry-picking is required.

And this lovely arrangement has happened before, as well… four times in the last millennium.

But if that’s not enough evidence, allow me to refute the ‘biblical’ evidence with a plain and simple verse that those caught up in this theory appear to have overlooked–Matthew 24:36.

But concerning that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but the Father only.

You wouldn’t think that would be hard to understand, but hey, if some Christians want to believe that they know something that is stated quite clearly to be known only by God–well, I guess that’s their problem, not mine.

Let’s just add a little reminder here that the first time someone decided that she wanted God’s knowledge, well…

Her name was Eve and I’m pretty sure we all know what happened next.

In short, feel free to keep planning your life out, people, I don’t think there’s going to be much of an issue.

And if the world does end, I’d prefer it to wait until after Christmas. Maybe New Year’s Eve. Everyone’s counting down and then the world ends. NO NEW YEAR FOR YOU.

See, now that would be a great time for the apocalypse.

S is for Snake, Spine, Scoliosis, Surgery… Surprise!

You might have already figured out where we’re going with this. Or maybe you already know, if you’re one of the people I’m acquainted with in the Reality Zone. But yes, in short, Locked Girl is getting surgery.

This whole thing started in early July, I believe… Or maybe late June. Anyway, there’s been this weird thing going with my left side for as long as I can remember(although apparently not that long, but then again I don’t exactly pay that much attention to my left side) and when a doctor finally took a look, he said to go and get myself X-rayed and such because it might be scoliosis.

Well. As it turned out, it was.


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For those of you going ‘is it really that serious?’ Why yes, yes it is. That top curve is somewhere in the early 40s(in terms of degrees), and I believe that lower curve is about 46, if I’m remembering correctly. That’s what we were told by the doctor we visited later, anyway. (Lovely woman. Very pleased by the outcome of the visit, even if it did require leaving the state.) She also said that there’s a decently high chance that it will progress further if left alone…

So, well, we could put me in a brace to try and slow the progression, which would still give me a 75% chance of needing corrective surgery down the road, or we could just take care of the surgery now.

Naturally, I went right for the quicker option. I mean, I’ve had surgery before(on my legs, admittedly, so less of a big deal) and a cousin has had the same surgery at the same hospital. (She has no regrets; it’s only caused one problem, which is to say preventing her from getting an epidural when she had kids… I have doubts as to whether that’ll ever be an issue for me.) So yes, sometime in November I’ll be going in and getting metal rods put in my back, so that’ll be interesting. I’ll have to stay in the hospital for a few days, but fear not, there is wi-fi there so I’ll be able to pop up and say ‘Hey, not dead’. (Unless I am, but that’s unlikely to happen.)

I almost want to try writing something on painkillers… I hear the more potent ones can mess with your head. Might be entertaining to read the result of that endeavor. Or terrifying. With me, you never really know what’s going to happen.

Anyway, that’s a thing that happened. It’ll definitely be interesting, if nothing else. And probably somewhat painful.



What Even Is This?

This is going to be a short one. It’s just been bugging me for a bit and I want to complain about it because it makes no sense.

To me, at least. For all I know, it’s perfectly sensible to everyone else. Not to me!

What am I talking about, you ask?

‘Waiting for my Romeo’. That’s what I’m talking about. People say that, apparently, and I don’t understand it, like, at all, whatsoever.

So you’re waiting for the guy that your family is going to hate, oh, and his family is going to hate you, too, huh? Or are you waiting for the guy that you’re going to find dead on the floor and commit suicide over? Or both?!


This is my brain on Romeo and Juliet.

I mean. Okay. The play is a super popular love story and such. That’s another thing I don’t understand. Why is it so popular?! The whole ‘tragedy’ part could have been avoided if Romeo and Juliet had just communicated with each other, if they’d actually said meaningful words like ‘Hey Romeo, my parents are marrying me off to someone I don’t love so I’m going to pretend to die in order to get out of it, please don’t think I’m actually dead and kill yourself’ instead of spending what little time they had together spouting nonsense. I don’t know much about love. I’ll admit that. But I’m pretty sure that it has to involve actual communication and not just pretty words. There’s a time and a place for that(and that is away from my view, thanks). There’s also a time and place for not being stupid.

So basically the entire reason it happened was because two teenagers confused infatuation for love and were idiots about it…

Oh. It makes sense now.

One Aspie’s “10 commandments”

I swear I’ll stop soon.


But this blog is so good and you all need to read it so maybe I’ll just keep pestering you. *pokes*

the silent wave

Alrighty, it looks like I’m in list-making mode; first it was “20 things to say“, then “20 things not to say“, and now this: 10 things not to do to Aspies/autistic people.  I promise not to turn this blog into a simple collection of lists, although many Aspies do enjoy making lists.

I realize that these recent posts may make me sound like a bossy bitch (please pardon the French).  I promise that that’s not the way I intend these posts to be.  The first two posts (on 20 things to say/not to say) are more of a plea for understanding and at times, for help.  This post comes from a similar root desire to explain Asperger’s/autism to the allistic world on which we can connect, relate, find common ground, and reach healthy understanding.  I’ve simply added the “commandment” aspect as an attempt to inject an…

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20 things TO say to Aspies/autistics (or people with Asperger’s/autism): My edition

If you haven’t figured it out already, you should go check out this blog! It’s glorious!

Also, please note the word ‘occasional’ in my case. Occasional warmth and fuzziness can be good. (Unless we’re talking about a warm and fuzzy cat, in which case all bets are off and give me the cat right now.) Some of you go a little crazy. (You probably know who you are.) I love you anyway. *pats head*

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This post got long, too 🙂

Aspies/autistic people are all-too-well-aware of how awkward it can feel to interact with other people, especially allistics (non-autistic people).  Sometimes, though we (Aspies) might forget–or underestimate–that for allistics, interacting with an Aspie/autistic people can be challenging, too.  Allistics might feel awkward, not knowing what to say to–or “deal with” an Aspie.  They may have the vague idea that we can be touchy.  Either way, they come to realize that we’re…different.

When someone searches Google for “what to say to someone with Aspergers/autism”, the results are usually dominated by lots of posts about what not to say, but there is significantly less information available about what to say.  This could (and likely often does) lead to further awkwardness or uneasiness between the neuro-types.  One situation that (at least most of) we (Aspies) don’t want is to further alienate ourselves from others and vice versa.

So, in Part 2 of…

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20 things not to say to Aspies/autistics (or people with Asperger’s/autism): My edition

This is… well, this is perfect, guys. I’m not even kidding. I don’t even know what else to say about this.

the silent wave

Heads up: This post got a bit long. 🙂

Because I haven’t known about my Asperger’s neuro-type for very long, I haven’t encountered a lot of the pet-peeve phrases that Apies have endured for years.  This also means I’m not an expert on this topic at all.  But that also might mean I might bring a different perspective.

Nonetheless, I’ve come across many Aspie-etiquette posts about what to say and what not to say, and I have to admit, I agree with a lot of the advice.  I also have a few list-items of my own to add.  These are just my opinions, and they may not hold true for all Aspies.

This is the first of two posts.  For now, I’ll start out with 20 things not to say:

1. “Try Harder”
Lord knows are are trying.  We try every day.  We try to decide what to wear every day.  We…

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D&Designer Babies

My brother is bad at distributing stats.

Now, if you asked him, he wouldn’t say that. In fact, I think he would disagree emphatically. (In fact, when he reads this, I’m probably going to be in deep trouble.)

But he really is, you know. (I’m sorry, brother dear, but you do not apply all your stat-boosting items to one character in a four-character party! You just don’t! Unless you want to find yourself at the end of the game, with three characters who are essentially useless, completely helpless against the final boss… oh wait, you did. And this is why I’ve beaten it twice and you haven’t.) It’s a complete mystery, dear readers, how he manages to so thoroughly beat me at Risk and other strategy games when he so thoroughly dies due to poor strategy. (Yes, the character was cool; no, that does not excuse terrible strategy.) And the point of all this is to say that my brother’s terrible stat-distributing skills got me thinking about ‘designer babies’.

Which is a weird concept in and of itself. Not one that makes me particularly comfortable. I mean… The idea of genetically altering human embryos in order to create desired traits sounds like something straight out of science fiction, and I love sci-fi and all that, but…

Well. I’ll be perfectly blunt. According to most of the world, I’m probably not the be-all end-all of desired traits. (I can’t see why. I mean. I’m awesome, right, guys? …right?) For one thing, I’m a wimp. (My wimpiness level is over 9000…)


I love you too, Marisa.

To say nothing of the fact that I lost track of all the mental issues I’m dealing with. (This does not count Aspergers. It is not an issue.) I mean, I stopped counting them a very long time ago… There’s at least five, varying ranges of severity…


But it’s the truth, Marisa.

And how many medications do I take? I believe, at last count, the number was four different types, four and a half pills specifically…


It’s getting old, Marisa.

And for icing on the cake, despite being a redhead and being supposed to be able to create my own vitamin D, to make up for the fact that I can’t absorb it as well as non-redheads… well, I don’t. So I have to take that, too.


It’s gotten old, Marisa.

And, well, judging from the fact that parents of autistic children have forced them to drink bleach, and the whole vaccine issue mentioned previously, much of the world doesn’t agree with me on the whole ‘Aspergers not being an issue’ premise.


Die in a fire, Marisa.

*cough cough, waves away smoke* Where were we? Oh yes. I wasn’t getting rid of an annoying girl who keeps repeating the same thing over and over again… Definitely not. I would never do that. I mean, that’s killing! And killing people is my least favorite thing to do.

Anyway, the idea of designer babies kind of freaks me out, mainly because if it were widely accepted, chances are that people like me would end up… well, not being born. Ever.

And that’s kind of upsetting.

But then my brother’s terrible stat-distribution skills reminded me of an extremely popular game that I have, in fact, never actually played. Those of you who paid attention to the title may know what I am referring to. That’s right, we’re talking about Dungeons & Dragons.

Specifically, their attribute system. For those of you who, like myself, have not actually played said game, a brief overview is required. I may get things wrong. Please do not yell at me over the internet. In short, each character in D&D(and many other RPG systems) has ‘attributes’, or skills, really. The six main attributes are Strength, Constitution, Dexterity, Intelligence, Charisma, and Wisdom. The points you can put into each attribute differ depending on the edition. But the more points you have allocated to a certain attribute, the better your character is in that area. Of course, to avoid overpowered characters, I’m pretty sure there are limits to how many points you have overall. (Anything else would just be game-breaking.)

This is the way I tend to imagine designer babies… yeah, it’s weird, I know. But still, parents picking out the attributes they want their children to have the most points in, does actually sound kind of appropriate. Of course, then we might have to start assigning people to classes. And as hilarious as it would be to have everyone be warriors, paladins, thieves, clerics and the like, I’m not entirely sure how well that system would actually work in real life.

Except for the people who are good at D&D. I think they’d take over the world. And taking over the world is my job…


…I thought I got rid of you…

*ahem* If you’ll excuse me, then, I… have to go take care of someone… I mean, something… *wanders off, muttering about witch hunts*