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Neurologically befuddled divorced nerd dad with perfectly healthy interests in fountain pens, Linux, ancient computers, and Critical Role. Who can't write a word or play a game with others, let alone go outside.
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Summer is here with a vengeance, so I shall be mostly playing Rudimental for the foreseeable future

I know that autistic white men my age are supposed to enjoy their music on alphabetised vinyl, but the ability to follow a choose-your-adventure courtesy of a streaming service would have exploded my teenage mind. That I can do so in studio quality from my phone still blows my middle-aged mind

I went outside for the first time in weeks today. Psych appointment. Over 30°C, with traffic fumes and pollen. Next appointment in a month. Amazon food deliveries for the next four weeks methinks...

I can, hand on heart, boldly declare that Miley's new album fucking rocks. As a chap who grew up emotionally mute in the 70s and 80s, I know a thing about rock. As a dad, I saw Hannah Montana live at the O2. I am wonderfully, deliciously confused

A charity beggar just knocked on my door, and part of his spiel was that I look very happy. This is definitely the upside-down

I'm officially taking a day off being mental so I can laugh at ickle Donny's birthday parade

I'm fed up with all the reports of violence on this platform and the news, and going back to bingeing Seal Team.

Didn't there used to be a word for masked men that snatch little kids from school?

Having fought a short but exciting war against the drain flies, using a zapper bat thing, I upped my game using isopropyl alcohol spray. I apparently perfected my technique, because I awoke from a nap and killed the final four in rapid succession. It's the little things. And killing them...

Am I the only person who thinks that the reason that tanks and troops are being assembled in D.C. is not for a parade, but for an occupation?

I appear to have fucked up again, sorry. At least I did it with decent people who are rather wonderful. Also, I can't really stand up which may be an issue

She's super sweet and has an autistic son who is great. I struggled to find verbiage that doesn't make me sound like a predator. Good people. She always calls my daughter the beautiful girl

I thought my deaf African neighbour was in a fight. I was ready to full last stand in her protection. Put my sandals on and everything. She is on the phone

My ex gave me some chicken. Which I imagined how I would dry marinate with the comically large volumes of spice I bought because me. She just threw it away because it was so out of date. Sucks to suck. Also I am very insane. But friendly. I rarely bite. Unless you ask

When the only person that talks to says they can no longer cope. And I can't blame her. Doesn't stop the noise tho

Line dancing creeps me the fuck out, but watching an autistic assassin dance with an impossibly hot woman whilst being cheered on by his brother the Punisher is certainly a thing

I keep reading, on Bluesky, that people are saying that Bluesky is dying. I've never actually read a person say that. Which entire process seems pretty alive to me

Being insane can have it's fun moments. Right now, if I close my eyes I get Steamboat Willie animations. Which I accept are questionable but also rather entertaining. I could do without the 120db noise in my head, but hey ho

As an undergraduate I had a friendship with an astonishingly beautiful Spanish woman who was so rich she spent £15,000 on phone calls in one week. Now I'm in a flat and can't even go out. I have memories though. I think she's a professor of philosophy now. Still hot

It has just sunk in how bonkers it is that when my neighbour asked if it is ok to possess an artifact that was owned by a bad person, I gave the example of owning a luger as a work of exemplary engineering and he told me he has a fucking luger

So Lola Young's One thing is a remarkable song. Here I am remarking. But I could never suggest it to the only person I share music with. My daughter. We narrowly escaped Solid Air. I have never felt so old. I'm not a prude, but my daughter feels uncomfortable if I remark about Helen Mirren

I have a memory thing. So I couldn't remember Lola Young's name. Song in a room with cake is a disappointing Google search. I love Crowded House, but that was not what I was looking for