I’m autistic. By now, I would hope that most everyone reading this would take this statement as more or less automatic. “I hear you, bird,” I can already imagine some of you saying. “You’ve told us this.” I have, yes. What I haven’t told you is what that really means, at least for me. Which […]
Today’s the last day of a week’s vacation, and I’ve spent the time away from the office in a comptemplative haze. You can take that however you want, and you’ll probably be right in at least some aspect, but much has come out of the mental downtime. I always come away from these extended retreats […]
My love affair with Twitter is over. I know I’ve said before that I’m not much of a fan of birdsite, but some time in the last month, I finally hit the critical threshold wherein I just can’t comfortably go back to it any more. Somewhere among the Nazis, the TERFs, the harassment, the racism, […]
Over at the Orrery, th’ buni sifts through slag and collects waste heat.
When I posted yesterday’s post-mortem, I was expecting some people to be angry. I was expecting some people to be surprised. I was expecting some people to share it with friends. I wasn’t expecting it to be the most widely distributed tract I’ve ever written. I think more people have read that post than have […]