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posted at 08:51 pm on 09-01-2008
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Censored again!
posted at 08:50 pm on 09-01-2008
God bless the WP moderators. People like me give them such a hard time.
Apparently, "Obama raped my grandma" is not an appropriate thing to post on a thread that encourages posters to come up with fake, exaggerated crimes committed by the presidential candidate. I have now been censored twice for two very similar offenses; Misspickwickian tells tasteless jokes.
I hope I don't end up getting banned.
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posted at 10:16 pm on 08-01-2008
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God, it's been a long time since I attended to the blog.
posted at 10:16 pm on 08-01-2008
But I have nothing interesting to say right now. Oh well.
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posted at 03:40 pm on 02-17-2008
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Stupid Igbo Tribe Stupid Stupid Stupid
posted at 03:40 pm on 02-17-2008
I have to help some people write a paper about the Igbo tribe. My part is geography of the Igbo tribe. Stupid stupid stupid I don't wanna stupid stupid stupid.
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posted at 11:57 pm on 02-02-2008
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Why isn't my blog on the blog page?
posted at 11:56 pm on 02-02-2008
My blog has not appeared on the blog buffet page thingie once. >:-(
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posted at 09:32 pm on 01-25-2008
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DICKENS DICKENS DICKENS DICKENS
posted at 09:32 pm on 01-25-2008
Reading The Old Curiosity Shop, the one where Little Nell dies at the end. I have encountered some spectacular Victorian hidden-but-definitely-there sexual subtexts. This, for instance:
(Context: Daniel Quilp, a rather unpleasant middle-aged dwarf, is meeting with Nell and her grandfather. He hopes to marry Nell when Mrs. Quilp I inevitably dies)
"'Such a fresh, blooming, modest little bud, neighbor,' said Quilp, nursing his short leg, and making his eyes twinkle very much; 'such a chubby, rosy, cozy, little Nell!'" --- pg. 81
Whether or not dwarves have short legs, I am absolutely convinced Dickens was evoking masturbation here. Paedophiliac masturbation.
More Mimi Pickwick vs. disturbing sexual subtexts in sentimental nineteenth-century novels will be delivered.
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posted at 09:15 pm on 01-25-2008
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Thinking of fasting this summer
posted at 09:15 pm on 01-25-2008
I have never known hunger, lucky me, but I think I will go on a week-long water diet (or a three-week-long anything-as-long as-it's-liquid-diet) this summer for the sake of self-denial. I can't do it during the school year because I need the IQ points and energy being well-nourished provides. My summers tend toward the dull, so it would be the perfect time.
I want to know what it's like to be really hungry. I want to know something of religious asceticism. I want to experience fainting. I want to try for discipline.
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posted at 10:46 am on 01-20-2008
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I'm back
posted at 10:46 am on 01-20-2008
To whomever reads this blog (i.e. to no one in particular),
After a long and lazy hiatus, I have returned to the blog.
I finished Dombey and Son. The ending was so sweet my teeth hurt. Walter Gay and Florence Dombey got married!
S. is still my friend! I have been someones friend for a month!
I am a member of an Asperger syndrome group that will, upon the arrival of February, meet almost constantly. I met a boy with AS who is endearingly nerdy and speaks in a brisk monotone, like me.
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Dombey and Son.
posted at 11:09 pm on 12-24-2007
When reading a 19th century novel, it is good to keep a character list.
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posted at 06:45 pm on 12-16-2007
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. . .
posted at 06:45 pm on 12-16-2007
The party went horribly. There were too few people and I slid into an octet and felt completely closed off. However, peace quickly returned after I left, but I still feel quite nonsocial.
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posted at 12:24 pm on 12-16-2007
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Transportation to the party has been arranged
posted at 12:24 pm on 12-16-2007
Transportation to the party has been arranged, DAD.
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posted at 12:02 pm on 12-16-2007
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Another Party!
posted at 12:02 pm on 12-16-2007
This afternoon I am going to a Christmas party for people with AS, 16+. I will turn 16 in one month, so they will let me in.
I have been to so many parties this month (meaning two). I hope I do not have some sort of burnout during the holiday rush.
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posted at 11:42 am on 12-16-2007
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Love?
posted at 11:42 am on 12-16-2007
I am curious about this business of love. I have not experienced it and no one I speak to can coherently define it. Yet it is in every book I read, every movie or television show I see, every song I listen to, and most conversations in which I find myself involved.
I love my mother, I am sure. I love my friends. I love my special interests. But what is romance? I have no idea. Hearing about romantic love is like hearing a physics graduate student attempting to describe what he is studying to the layperson; I do not get it and there is little hope.
When I was a child I thought of love as the exact same thing as friendship (I am high-functioning enough to "get" friendship). In my preadolescence I believed that love was friendship + sex, but I later learned that this was defined as "friends with benefits." Literature gave me an interesting new perspective in my middle teens: Love as a human-to-human religion, the cult of two people worshiping each other. There is much to support this. The poetry of the romantic period uses some of the exact same metaphors as earlier religious and mystical poetry. Eastern philosophy attributes a certain divinity to love and sex.
These are incomplete definitions. I am attempting to define intellectually what essentially cannot be defined intellectually. Neurotypicals I have talked to use highly emotional word choice when speaking of love, "happiness," "trust," and, oddly, "agony," and "ruining your whole life" are common.
People I have seen who are in love scare me. They seem possessed, almost as if they are paranoid or severely obsessive-compulsive, all because of a person who does not look special in any way. Here my curiosity ends, for I do not care to experience such madness. Why couldn't Romeo and Juliet, Pyramus and Thisbe, Jack and Rose, just, you know, walk away? Brain chemicals? Stupidity?
My ideal love is the ideal friendship: A chaste bond of respect, support, caring, intellectual stimulation, and honesty. It would please me greatly to have this love. We could cuddle, talk about Hegel and teachers that we hate, and promise to always be together.
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posted at 10:47 pm on 12-15-2007
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Enraged.
posted at 10:47 pm on 12-15-2007
My father read all my posts on the forums. My father read all my posts on the forums! MY FATHER READ ALL MY POSTS ON THE FORUMS!
*seething*
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posted at 10:43 pm on 12-15-2007
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Went to a Party
posted at 10:43 pm on 12-15-2007
Today I went to a birthday party for my friend S. Everyone watched The Golden Compass at the theater. There was a cookie cake that bore the message 'Canada Will Rise Again' in icing. It was enjoyable.
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posted at 09:39 pm on 12-12-2007
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Dombey and Son
posted at 09:38 pm on 12-12-2007
I am reading Dickens again. After the rambunctious bourgeois epic quality of The Pickwick Papers, I felt the need to balance myself with a more mature work. Dombey and Son is about a bitter old man who made a fortune in the shipping industry and his all-consuming desire for a son. In life and in novels, people who become preoccupied with producing a son are generally afraid of death and long for immortality through posterity. I am glad to see that Florence Dombey, Mr. Dombey's neglected daughter and one of Dickens' many "female Christ figures," is turning out to be more of a realized character and less of an indistinct archetype.
Sometimes I wonder at my admiration of Dickens, for he is not a perfect novelist like Flaubert or Winter's-Tale-Era Mark Helprin. Somehow, Dickens made his flaws (poorly defined female characters, sentimentality, lurching changes in tone) into endearing quirks that only made his works more intriguing. Intriguing flaws aside, I can justify my love by stating that Dickens is one of the greatest-if not THE greatest-of the tragicomic stylists. Also, he managed to imbue crisp 19th century plots with a primal epic quality, which must be dreadfully difficult to do (modern writers try and fail at it all the time).
Updates on Dombey progress to be posted at random intervals.
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posted at 09:13 pm on 12-12-2007
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First Post
posted at 09:13 pm on 12-12-2007
This is the first post on my blog.
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