We're leaving Connecticut today, to begin the last part of Stark Raving Mad Mommy's Excellent Adventure. Since this time I'll be making the drive with the Absent-Minded Professor, I'll have more time to Tweet, Facebook, and generally raise internet havoc along the way.
This weekend was my high school 20th reunion, which I didn't attend even though I was fairly nearby. To commemorate the Class of 1990, and the suburban "thugs" we were back then, I present to you today's Road Trip Song of the Day.
Werd.
ReplyDeletePlease don't grass-up any more stoned minimum-wage Truckstop employees - it's usually the kind of jobs kids with Asperger's end-up doing.
ReplyDeleteThank you, I think I just broke my hip!! My kids ran from the room when they saw me doing the dance to this.
ReplyDelete@Socrates, I'm a totally clueless suburban mom. Please translate. (Note to everyone else: I tweeted yesterday from the NJ Turnpike that a gas station attendant was stoned out of his gourd. I'm assuming this is a reference to that?)
ReplyDeleteOMG, some flashbacks aren't good! :)
ReplyDeleteI've been known to sing that... My poor children have the mom with the most eclectic play-list! Now see, I hear them chanting "Ice, ice Baby" in my head!
ReplyDeleteHahahahahaha! Love it!
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Soc is a smartass. He may well be my favorite smartass on the intartubez except for maybe LeeAnn the CheeseMistress.
ReplyDeleteW3rd, wut Just said. Socrates sounds like he was trying to pwn you. Really badass to try 'n' pick on a mom and her son with Asperger's. Socrates's profundity is limitless .
ReplyDeleteOh, yes. I've been pwned. I see now that it's cool to make fun of moms and people with Asperger Syndrome, but not cool to make fun of people who smoke weed on the job.
ReplyDeleteIt's all so clear now! I can't believe I was ever confused on the subject.
Yeah! This is what all us 40-something suburban moms should be jazzercizing to. If we wore the jazzy, patriotic weight loss suits we'd double the benefits (or our need for a sweat transfusion.) Thanks for the blast from the past. I grinned and bounced throughout (don't form any mental pictures here. I guarantee they'd be disturbing.)
ReplyDeleteIn Soc's defense, I must say that I agree with him, in that Aspies-Auties often have to put up with crummy jobs beneath their actual abilities, and sometimes self-medicate to help themselves put up with that. The Bandar-Log are everywhere.
ReplyDeleteReally? All the spectrumy adults I've known have been tremendously successful architects, engineers, and academics. But I know that may be luck of the draw. However, I don't think a hard day's work is beneath anyone. I didn't give the gas station attendant's exact location, and I'm sure that cops working the GW Bridge have bigger priorities anyway. What's more, if someone gets busted for lighting up around flammable liquids, I'm OK with that. Also, what the heck is the Bandar-Log? Sounds like something from Lord of the Rings.
ReplyDeleteIt's from Kipling. You do know your Kipling, right? I believe the title of the poem is "The Road Song of the Bandar-Log." Bandar-Log = mostly, poo-flinging monkeys, who are more concerned with their monkey social relations than doing anything useful, or looking out for what might happen in the future, or being tolerant of the weird social outliers. That is, people who read People.
ReplyDeleteOh, and further: You should look at another Kipling poem,
ReplyDelete"The Gods of the Copybook Headings."
It was written in 1919 and is still just as harshly true today as it was then.
I would quote from it, but then I'd have to manipulate my crumbling 1928 copy of Kipling's poems, with the elephant and swastika on the cover.
Stark,
ReplyDeleteI don't know if you're being snarky with the comment about spectrumy adults you've known, but if my bright boy could work a job at a gas station/convenience store, it would be a triumph. And I suspect that were someone to see him out on the town that stoned is something he might very well look; it depends. Is he trying to navigate at a store, go get something for me and get back to me? Then he doesn't look spaced out, he looks scared and suspicious: his eyes dart back and forth, he's muttering, he's got a ball cap low down and he's making no eye contact. If he's with me, he may very well be in his zone, spacey, still muttering but no longer eye darting.
Just as kids with ASD are unique and on a spectrum, so too are adults with ASD, and what looks like one thing may very well be another. Did your tweet likely cause the person any harm? Probably not. But tweets, both done by the individual and about an individual have resulted in firings.
Hmmm, and sometimes the communications between adults on the spectrum and parents of kids on the spectrum are chock-full of miscommunications.
:-)
@kWombles, I hear ya. And seriously, the only spectrum adults I know are engineers, architects, etc. They are probably more in the Asperger range of the spectrum.
ReplyDeleteTo everyone: During our road trip, I tweeted that a dude at a gas station was stoned. I didn't give the dude's location or name or even the gas station company name. It was funny. Not everything is about autism.
That is all.