Kadiera's Playground Cute but Evil - it averages out

I lost the thread of where this should go sometime after I woke up (and now that I've spent an hour immersed in an OMGWTFBBQ problem here at work, it's even more tenuous).

At any rate, as a reminder for when I've got a little more time....

karate is like most Goddess religions - power from within, rather than power over others. It makes people feel confident, knowing what their body can do, and knowing when to use that power and when not to.

Go read this.

Then think about it. And read it a second time, just to be sure you got it.

I should just give up on post titles - they all run together after a bit.

As much as it bothers me when people look at us (me and B and the boy) as if we'd grown extra appendages, and they maybe ought to make the sign to ward off the evil eye, it's something that can be understood.

People fear the unknown, and they fear illness, and they fear kids who aren't typical.

What bothers me just as much, though, are the people who are just so overly excited about how spectacularly wonderful he's doing. Because it makes it feel like, you know, they expected a lifeless lump instead of a kid.

Not much to say here, other than go read this, because she wrote it way better than I ever could.

...and all I can think is, DUH!

For all that we all like to pretend we're all the same, there are things that girls, on average, are better at than boys, on average, and things that boys, on average, are better at than girls, on average.

Where we screw up is in assuming which things those are.

Anyways....the article is here: http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/200611/aspie-in-the-city

Weekend before last, I watched the re-make of the movie Carrie - I'd seen the original back in the mid-90's living in Joplin, and read the book sometime while in High School (our middle school library didn't have Stephen King).

Most people's high school experience doesn't involve psychokenesis, vats of pigs blood, or religious whack-job parents. But I know a hell of a lot of people who, in their heart of hearts, understand Carrie and her desire to be "normal."

Go read this. Seriously.

I'm sorry, but if your doctor says you can take the baby off the oxygen, and you won't try it because you think they might stop breathing, you need some brains and some medication.

And maybe some therapy.

Especially if you're scared to take said child out of the house, even to the park, during summer, because you think they might get sick and die.

I realize that there are points where I'm overprotective, and maybe a little overly panicky about Alexander....but I realize once in a while that I'm not that bad off.

Further: If you're super super worried about your kid getting their tonsils out, having ear tubes put in, or any other 'routine' surgery like this, please STFU and go bitch to someone else. I don't want to hear it.

The murder yesterday of a security guard at a museum is a hate crime, because of the topic of the museum. I suspect the deceased, being just a normal run-of-the-mill American, thought more on his way to work every morning about how grateful he was to have a job, than about how awesome it was to work at a place with a particular theme.

The murderer hated a group of people so much that murder made sense...and we don't even know if the guy he killed actually belonged to that group. The assailant was a known white supremacist with a history of jail time, apparently thought this was the best way to convince everyone else he was right. That's what you call an extremist - someone so enmeshed in their beliefs that they lose touch with reality.

The interesting thing about facebook is finding out that some people turn out as adults to be nothing like you thought they would, and others turn out to still be *exactly* the way you remember them.

I'm not sure that this is good or bad...just interesting to see that there were friends of mine in HS who turned out to be a hell of a lot more like me than any of us really thought we would.

The friend we all thought would be an actress (because she was fabulously beautiful, yet down to earth) is a stay at home mom who works renfest and is a burlesque dancer....and is Pagan, and loves the kushiel books.

The friend we thought would be a stick-in-the mud engineering type is....he drinks wine, designs airplanes, reads German memoirs for fun, and has dogs instead of kids.