radicalautonomy

I genuinely had to look it up to learn that the company and its service still existed, that they hadn't filed Chapter 11 and ended service a decade ago. Apart from the repair shop waiting room earlier this year, I don't remember the last time I watched any television station. The last time I recorded a program, I think, was on our Time Warner Cable DVR the month before my then-wife and I canceled service and switched to streaming in 2007.

Trump is an out-of-touch fossil-fuckin' yutz, and those in his base are a bunch of jamokes.

Willing to settle for minarchist...

Based on the rest of this prick's ad, there's a nigh 100% chance he is a menarchist (ephebophile).

I love that he included his penis size at all. As if a woman would say, "Oh finally, a man who is letting me know the important details I really care about."

If it's uncool to bitch about facist, bigoted, misogynistic American Nazis, then consider me Eugene from Grease.

I interviewed for a job and got turned down. I can't wait for that first paycheck.

If I never see that stupid jazz hands pose of his another day of my life it'll be too soon.

My grandmother was a wonderful lady. Super accepting, cool as the other side of the pillow. She was basically the oldest hippie in Hippie Village. During her last year of life, she had severe dementia. Rather often, you'd find her in a state of panic because she didn't understand where she was, who the people in the room were, why she was there...nothing. She'd become a fountain of tears, just bawling, "I...don't...understand...".

I wish this for DJT. More importantly, I want him to understand today that this is what is in store for him...that no doctors or fanatics or despots or gold-plated toilets can save him. I want him questioning his sanity at every turn over the next year...the people closest to him leaving him by the wayside, allowing vultures to hover around him hoping to take financial advantage of him by getting him to sign documents, all while he slips quickly into a state of mental decline, losing control of his bowels and his sense of self, little by little, day by day.

I don't wish this upon anyone else, but if anyone deserves it, it is this motherfucking twunt right here.

Which is why, whenever I seen one of them out in the world sporting an "Vote for American Hitler 2024" bumper sticker on their 2021 fresh-off-the-factory-floor-looking F350, I go out of my way to make sure they arrive at their destination furious.

Oh...y...you need to merge? Sorry, didn't see you there, but you can get behind me now. Oops, sorry, didn't realize I slowed down 15 mph there causing you to change lanes to pass me, my bad I'll speed back up. Sorry, can't hear you honking or yelling at me out your window, I'm engrossed in this audiobook.🖕

Where my head went with "autopsy".

PDX = Portland metropolitan area = Oregon.

I think the doctor was just being thorough. I didn't take it as judgmental. She really just wanted to highlight every area in which a neurodivergent person might differ from neurotypical people. There were a lot of parts of the diagnosis which stated "[In this area being discussed], Radicalautonomy was unremarkable", meaning I did not differ significantly from neurotypical people in that area.

I just had teacher trainings this week at the school district I am working for this year after moving from Texas to the PDX area. It was like night and day compared to Texas. The training began with Land Acknowledgements, and we spent a few hours learning about and discussing how we will be implementing cross-curricular activities on the culture, language, and practices of the Native American tribes from this area. I teared up, I gotta tell ya.

But the thing that really hit me the hardest was how comfortable I felt as a queer person. They asked us to put our pronouns on our name tent, and I initially put the ones I was assigned at birth (because I'm coming from Texas where I didn't dare let on that I wasn't cisgender). But I soon realized through discussions with the trainers and with people at mine and surrounding tables that this really is a safe place, that I can be myself and not fear repercussions that would affect my livelihood.

So I shared during discussions about privilege and power that I was non-binary, and nobody batted an eye, no microgestures indicating their discomfort, it was just...normal. Safe. I've never felt like this before. Every queer person...teacher, student, citizen, immigrant, or otherwise...should be allowed to feel like this.

His eye contact was variable; at times he avoided eye contact and at times he utilized intense, prolonged eye contact. He was able to communicate his own feelings and showed insight into others’ emotions, though he did not spontaneously label emotions during any of the activities.

Radicalautonomy showed some insight into the nature of some social relationships but had trouble understanding his own role in them. Generally, Radicalautonomy frequently attempted to maintain the examiner’s attention and made appropriate social overtures. His response to the examiner’s social interactions was limited. Most social communication included some reciprocity (back-and-forth), but he tended to engage in more one-sided or weaving communication (e.g. offering topics, facts, or information).

As a result, the quality of rapport was sometimes comfortable and sometimes stilted. With respect to Restricted and Repetitive Behaviors, which are best referred to as special interests, repetitive actions, or desire for routine and sameness, Radicalautonomy did use echolalia and used some unique verbalizations that seemed to be idiosyncratic or stereotyped (i.e., highly repetitive utterances with consistent intonation patterns).