Ummm, thanks? I’m not really sure what that means, though?
A person of integrity and honour is the actual definition, but over and above that, just a generally top notch person. That is you, doc.
Thank you, but I am pretty sure I don’t deserve all that.
We are all of us in the gutter
But some of us are looking at the stars…
Final paragraphs:
What form these insights will take is still a problem for the future; architects with WIP aim to produce prototypes in the spring. But as engagements, the attention and enthusiasm of the participants show the first parts of the project are a success.
Fresh from study sessions with the elementary school kids and their teachers, Carpenter already has some ideas, from brightening up the cul-de-sac with semi-permanent floor stickers and graphics, to getting kids into the act via decorating the chain-link fence that separates the street from the highway with plexiglass tiles. She and her team previewed that involvement in the session, getting kids to draw their dream plans, and asking them to vote on a variety of activities pictured on a pin-up board.
“People talk about engagement a lot,” Carpenter says, “but you are not just doing the engagement because you want people to feel like they are part of the process. The ideas are going to be better, and they might not be the ones you would have.”
Wow. That’s… really, really similar to many of my daily experiences. Hmm.
The Oxford Center provides hyperbaric oxygen therapy for children with autism, ADHD and autoimmune diseases and other health conditions, the district attorney’s office said.
Just so we all understand, hyperbaric O2 has never been shown to have any role in treatment of autism, ADHD or anything of the sort. Nitrogen narcosis, necrotizing fasciitis, a few other things, yes, yes it does. But this kid literally died in a fire for no damned reason at all. I hate it all…
I need an angry react for that…
As someone who is neurodivergent, I don’t need to be fixed (if that was even possible with such dubious therapies). ND people’s brains work differently, and the only reason it’s a disability is because neurotypicals make it a problem cause we weird them out.
…and the ones who take it to absurd lengths are neurodivergently narrow-minded.
Yep. As someone who has received hyperbaric treatment [1], I’m feeling a weird combination of “horrified” and “not surprised” that anyone who would peddle this as a treatment for autism would also ignore fire safety protocols. Because of course those reality-ignoring little shits would do that.
[1] The treatment was for decompression illness from scuba diving, which hyperbaric therapy absolutely treats. It’s pretty much the only treatment.
Uh oh, last night when I went to bed I must not have put my glasses in one of the Standard Places ™ and now I have no idea where they are. This means for the rest of the day I’m going to be fruitlessly searching for them – which means impotently looking in all the Standard Places ™ again and again and hoping they just magically appear there. I’ll probably stumble on them in, like, the fridge while I’m cooking dinner or something.
This seems like a pretty standard ADHD maladaptive compensation practice, buit honestly I have no idea. Can anyone confirm?
They were in the trash.
In the trash!
And not just like, “Oops, I accidentally threw them in the trash somehow.”
They were hanging, by a temple, off the edge of the trash bin.
The trash bin with a step lid that closes on its own.
I don’t know what is going on with the mind squirrels lately but I have no idea how that happened.
I do that shit, and get so mad at myself. Like, can I remember putting them in that drawer in the bathroom cupboard the last time I was in there?! Like fuck I can.
I can usually find 'em when I’ve left 'em on top of the green fez in our room, as one does.
That happens in my workshop alarming frequently. Put a bit or somesuch down, because i am done with it and moved on to something else. Come back to straighten up and put stuff away. Damned if i can figure out where i put it. I blame shop gremlins. They are a particularly vicious breed.
Workshop gremlins are indeed a real thing. They’ll steal or hide tools, parts of tools, even summa the projects’ materials. If you ever catch one, use fine grit sandpaper on its bottom, and they’ll all avoid you for up to half a year. Just mind the teeth.
There are also gremlins who steal writers’ words, phrases, and new ideas in their entirety as we are putting words somewhere, esp when there’s a deadline or other pressure. May writers’ gremlins all drown in ink or white-out, or die of paper cuts!
“Bastard gremlins!”
I swear I lose things like screwdrivers while I’m holding them.
I see I told U this story once before:
Certainly beareth repeatin’ tho.