Back Online and Puffy-Faced

Item number one:

Jimmy, drop the balloons!


I fixed my Internet! Apparently, a proxy server is something my computer shouldn’t even use. I still don’t know why it thought it needed one. One that didn’t function. But it’s gone now, and the important thing is, I DID IT!


Okay, now onto the second thing:

If this blog seems a little lemon wacky hello, it’s because I’m blogging whilst all drugged up. If this blog seems exactly the same as other things I write, then ruh-roh.


Why am I blogging on drugs? Haven’t I always been the, you know, stop-having-fun guy in terms of doing anything on drugs? I believe I can answer any questions with one simple picture:


It's always hard to say goodbye...

I just got a filling, and then, had two teeth removed. It turns out they were baby teeth that never fell out. Anyway, I’m anaesthetic-resistant, so they had to just keep drugging and drugging me until I no longer attempted to scream around the two pairs of hands and several instruments shoved in my mouth.


AND, I get Vicodin. Which I have on good authority tastes like delicious candy.


LEGAL DISCLAIMER: Vicodin in no way tastes like delicious candy.

Good authority

LEGAL DISCLAIMER: Vicodin in no way tastes like delicious candy. Doctor House is not a good authority. Do not listen to Doctor House.


Anyway, I got the prescription when my back was out, but after getting the pills I haven’t needed them, so now I’ve got them for my teeth.


And all the rest:


Listened to some Edith Piaf (among other things) both to and from the dentist’s office (I have to go to the one in Turlock because they’re set up to do nitrous, which I need for any dental procedure, and the one I used to go to no longer does it). Although the Nitrous dizziness wore off before I listened to ‘Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien’ on the way home, which is kind of a shame because it begins with this swelling of music that sort of makes me feel strange and floaty without being drugged, so I imagine that when you’re all dizzy from breathing in various gasses, it’s amazing. Next time I get dental work done, I’m loading up on Pink Floyd, by the way, because hello, ‘Comfortably Numb’.


On a subject completely unrelated to dental work, I enjoyed the Christmas ep of Glee greatly. I teared up a little when ‘Santa’ gave Britney the little speech on patience. Possibly at other points, too. And Kurt, why so adorable? I want you back in glee club where you belong, so they can get rid of that girl who’s apparently not into being in glee club (I missed her joining, but I’m told she’s a horrible addition).


Someone out on the interwebs was complaining that Kurt and Blaine were given ‘the date rape Christmas song’ as their duet, and I have to disagree, because A) the story reason for their singing the song was completely un-creepy, and B) modern versions of ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside’ are generally done in a winking manner which removes the creeptacular mickey-slipping overtone and instead adds a coy emphasis to the lyric ‘At least I’m gonna say that I tried’. Actually, my favourite modern cover of the song (aside from Glee) was a gender-reversed version, with Liza Minelli and Alan Cumming. It is hilarious.


Still on Glee- Ed O’Neill is an ass. I mean, it’s one thing to say your coworker should have won the Emmy for Best Supporting Actress, that’s a nice show of support. It is another thing to flat out say that the woman who did win did not deserve to. Beyond that, saying that Sue is a one-note character is just forehead-smackingly stupid. I mean, maybe he just doesn’t watch the show. I can understand thinking that if he’s not a regular viewer. But several episodes have given Sue some surprising depths. And guess what– even if they hadn’t, we’re talking about Glee. Over-the-top is de rigeur, and a cartoonishly evil villain fits into the universe splendidly. Also, Jane Lynch is Jane Lynch and not Sue Sylvester, so hitting that one note consistently is still acting, in a way which pleases fans and critics. But that doesn’t matter, because she’s not a one-note character. It’s perfectly fine to disagree with the judging, I mean, nobody agrees with every award every year, and there’s nothing wrong with expressing your disagreement tactfully, but that statement? Was not tactful.


And when Aspergirl says you lack tact, then brother, you lack tact.


Vent Ire to Prevent Explosion? Y/N

This is a fandom rant, so if you don’t care about that sort of thing, then go on your way. It’s all right, I won’t be offended. I promise.

Are they gone? Okay, good, because it’s about to get REAL in here.

I’m not on any forums specific to Glee or anything, but I do love it, and I do spend time on the Internet (when I can– I’m typing on a very tiny keyboard right now because I’m having a proxy server issue. If anyone knows what a proxy server is, feel free to let me know what I should be doing, the error screen has been no help), so I catch bits and pieces of the fan chat.

I cannot BELIEVE how many people there are now who ‘ship Kurt/Karofsky. (For the unenlightened, to ‘ship something is to root for or desire a relationship between the characters/objects indicated, and is short for ‘relationship’. As a term, it became popular in fandom in general after X-philes used it to refer to the fans who wanted Mulder/Scully to happen)

The logical, adult part of me believes fandom is for everybody. I’m not an exclusionist. I want to share the love, there’s enough to go around. But when I see that there are fans who think this would be ‘more interesting’ or (pardon the soft retching noises that accompany this statement) ‘hotter’, I think ‘How can there be so many fans of this show who have never been bullied?’, and then I think ‘Get the [expletive redacted] out of MY fandom!’

Because I have been bullied, thank you very much, and the idea of dating one of my tormentors? It’s vile, it’s wrong, and to imagine having to put up with the shoving and the name calling, and then on top of that, to think that there was a sexual aspect to my bullies’ motives? I’ve been out of that environment for YEARS, and I still feel unsafe when I think about that. I know the kind of fear that constantly being targeted instills, and having a relationship with the person who does this to you? It’s not ‘interesting’, and it’s certainly not ‘hot’. At best it implies some kind of Stockholm Syndrome-esque coping mechanism, and any way you slice it the whole thing begins with sexual assault. NOT romantic.

There are other fans who don’t think they should date but still try to cast Karofsky in a sympathetic light after the revelation, with the belief that ‘he’s hurting/struggling’, and ‘they should at least become friends now’. Ha ha, no. Hurting and struggling is not carte blanche to assault, sexually or otherwise, anybody else. No one should be compelled to befriend someone based solely on the fact that that person is struggling with something you were strong enough to own. Certainly no one should be expected to befriend someone who put them in mortal terror.

Will I be upset if they become friends on the show? Well, I think it’s completely unlikely, but if there was a realistic portrayal of Karofsky growing up, making a heartfelt apology, changing his ways… I still think it would take years before they could approach ‘friendship’. And I don’t think the writers are really going to try for that. They have no motive to do so.

Okay, now is the time for me to /rant and apologize for taking up your time with my negativity. I’m aware that you can be a fan of Glee without having been the bullied artsy kid in school, though it seems strange to me. I missed last night, so I’m still hung up on the previous week’s issues and fanwank, but I’ll get over it.  If you actually hung with me through all that, then thank you.

A return to form…

I realize I’ve not been blogging, as I have meant to do. Thus shall I hang my head in shame.


Anyway, a quick update, the best way I know how…



I’m mid-collection of Holmes pastiches by modern authors (including Gaiman and King).

I just finished Danse Macabre by Stephen King, not a novel but a book about horror as a genre, across media.

I plan on re-reading Deathly Hallows in excited preparation for seeing the film (which I hope to do whilst it’s in theaters– I don’t often go to see films in the theater)



Venture Brothers. I am PSYCHED beyond PSYCHED for the hour season finale. I can’t express my love for this show.

Jeopardy!. But that’s a given. College tournament just finished. I need to get back into college so I can go on the next college tournament, because those ‘I go to a real university’ guys missed some really obvious answers.

Glee. Like whoa.



The last thing I saw in a theater: ‘Reefer Madness’, avec Rifftrax. I wasn’t able to make it to their ‘House on Haunted Hill’, but it’s okay, because I would’ve been going alone.

The next thing I hope to see in a theater: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

DVDs I need to get around to: Way too many. I have to watch ‘From Dusk Til Dawn’ on the computer on my own time, because no one will watch it with me. Too gory/violent/swear-y, etc. The family has to watch Adam and a lot of cartoons.

DVDs I need to rent: Inception– it’s KILLING me that I haven’t seen this yet, especially since A) it has Joseph Gordon Levitt, whom I have loved ever since he was Tommy Solomon, and B) I saw a little featurette thing about the use of practical effects instead of computer effects, and I’m a nerd like that. I also need to rent ‘Repo!’, which Dave at least has said he’ll watch with me. I hate that I didn’t do it two years ago, and then I put it off for a year…



Edith Piaf. ‘La Vie En Rose’ is my favourite, ‘Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien’ is my second favourite. Then ‘Padam, Padam’, ‘Milord’, and ‘Autumn Leaves’, but I don’t have those three.

The song ‘Tea’ by Luminescent Orchestrii cannot be bought anywhere, not even for ready money. Which is all right, one supposes, since one (er, me. I. Oh, dash it all!) is trying to save money. But it’s sooooo good. Well, at least I can hear it temps du temps on Clockwork Cabaret.

I’m making a lot of CDs, for  me, for the family, as gifts. I really like putting playlists together.

As always, Meat Loaf. Also some Tim Curry (Baby Love!), Muse (Ruled By Secrecy playing right now), and Tom Waits. Eclectic stuff.

Getting into J.G. Thirlwell also.



Writing, of course. Some Post-Cyberpunk stuff– as far as aesthetics go, I’m far more into Steampunk, and I also dig a lot of Dieselpunk stuff, but I’ve been more writing Cyberpunk, which seems odd to me, but hey. Also when I get stuck doing that, I write fanfiction to get my muse loose and running.

Trying to get the bare bones of a D&D game together. I have one person committed to playing, and a potential location all nice and scouted out! I just need to get my act together and get over my encroaching social phobia (it’s been getting worse, and it’s really hard to get out of the house sometimes, but I’m working on it).

Drawing, a LOT. Mostly people, either figure drawing or faces at three-quarter view. After that, I draw cats. I also drew out some simple graphic things that would be cute on tiny t-shirts.

Miniatures. Looking for them, sewing miniature things. I hope to do some miniature knitting soon. I’d like to try my hand at A) a top hat, and B) a chair, as far as making doll-sized stuff goes. And I need to sew some dollie things as Christmas gifts.


And that’s how things are at chez Aspergirl.


PunkPunk (or Subculture Wars)

Were I to categorize myself, as I occasionally do, I’d put myself firmly into the ‘Steampunk’ camp. I love things like dirigibles, penny farthings bicycles, fancy mustaches, bustles– I could go on.

The transformation to Lady Bracknell begins

As evidenced by my FANCY HAT and LACY FAN

The novel I’m working on? Not at all steam-y. No, it’s… it’s…


Well, post-cyberpunk, if you want to be precise– and I always do.

Maybe it shouldn’t be surprising. I love techy, nerdy stuff. I love film noir. I DON’T love some of the scene stuff that calls itself ‘cyberpunk’, I think it’s silly, and can’t find any relationship between dark meditations on the meaning of humanity in a future overrun by technological advancement and the wearing of boots made from neon pink craft fur. I’m just saying.

That said, I’m finding it weird sometimes when I’m trying to get into the post-cyberpunk mindset, and my writing music/wardrobe suddenly screams Neo-Victorian at me. Time to put some techno into rotation on the ol’ iTunes, I guess, and trade my lace fans and frill-tacular hats in for geek-chic tees. Or maybe just a slowly-spinning ceiling fan and some Enka music…

Mission Statement

To boldly go where–

Wait, no, that’s not right.

Anyway, welcome to my blog, where I will talk about writer’s block, autism, TV, comic books, octopi… any combination of the above.

My name is Anne, I’m a struggling writer and an adult woman diagnosed with High Functioning Autism. I occasionally take part in panels on Autism to educate the educators. When I’m not speaking, trying to work on my novel, or sketching, I’m probably playing TF2 or looking at humourous pictures of cats on the Internet.

Thanks for reading!

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