I read my intro-post on this site from a few years ago and I don't feel I am the same person as I was then, so how about some re-introductions.

Hi dear,
you DO so much better then I do in this department.
I'm so thoroughly bored by intros, still more the writing then the reading.

May be as time goes I'm getting less interested in myself compared to others?
But then that's just me.

Bless,
Axelle

Hi.  I'm Foosnark, but you can call me Foosnark.  I am the inventor of the Grits Popsicle and the mind behind Chicken Avec Stuff.  I was born in a log cabin in 1771, give or take a couple hundred years and a hospital and a log cabin.  My job is to use math and logic to help people help other people escape reality.  My main hobbies involve using parts of dead trees to strike parts of dead animals stretched over large parts of other dead trees, pushing buttons while sliding around a rounded piece of plastic and imagining this activity protects the innocent and defeats evildoers, and reading words about a future that probably won't happen or a past that never did.  I worship a goddess with a flower on her head, and yes I totally paraphrased that from Grant Morrison.

I live in a house.  A nice lady also lives in this house and we do a lot of things together.  A number of other animals with a total of 16 legs (assuming no major injuries since I last checked) also live in the house, but we don't do quite as many things with them.  One of them is a dragon, just a small one with no hoard who has never (to my knowledge) breathed fire; one is canine; the remainder are feline.

I have whiskers on my face and can pee standing up, but I still think I'm kind of a girl anyway, and kind of neither a guy nor a girl.  I think gender is a funny word and it's both funny and sad that people think it's so important.

I never wrote one the first time when I should have.  Thus.  Having not written one, I could not possible 're' do it.  You see my dilemma here.

Great minds fail alike?

Axelle
PS: neither have I, freewheeling thoughtless bitch I seem at times

You are all rubbish for not playing with me.

OK, you go first.  It was your idea after all.

Can't be bothered.

About what?

Fun spoil, fun spoil, da,da,da,da, fun spoil.

Surely you more literate then I am - Tekla, being in a different league, OK. But you STARTED...hm.

So will you put for foot in first, will you?

Axelle

@ivan,
roll a zoll*), and tell us her story.

Axelle
*) SA for joint

Hi there,

My name is Janet and I claim to be Irish.  That is because that is where my TARDIS is right now.  I am a Time Lord and I am in the middle of my next regeneration.  Thank the time vortex, it will be as a woman.  Fits better with my name.  I am usually called MISTRESS.

Quote from: Pica Pica on August 17, 2011, 09:59:51 AM
You are all rubbish for not playing with me.

I was about to play, then I wasn't sure whether I should conform to everyone else's nonconformity. Decisions, decisions.

Then again, I'm totally not sure what to post. I haven't been here that long, but I feel like since I first started posting, I'm all at once a completely different person and haven't changed a bit.

I'm all at once a completely different person and haven't changed a bit.

Circumstances are the same but your head / thinking / views are different. Maybe ?

The perdiciment I'm in is that I can't say the basic blah blah that people do, like Hi, I'm married for blah number of years to the most blah wonderful blah person  I have blah number of kids, I have a blah awesome career and have opened my home to blah blah and blah animals.

I'm totally blah-less in a blah world.

I haven't smoked pot in almost 20 yrs now. I have meds that I can take enough of to get really high or die. I hoard meds and things of destruction and self mutalation in a kit. I'm bi-polar without a regular cycle. My therapist leans towards Aspergers w/v.high IQ. There are spans of time that can't be accounted for. I get slammed w/PTSD symptoms on an irregular basis. I can talk for hours at a time and not really say anything of importance. I can't understand people sometimes, they seem to be speaking in a foriegn language. I will not tolerate cruelty to animals, but mostly don't care about people with the exception of those who cannot defend themselves. I want the opportunities to do really stupid meaningless dangerous things, just so I have something to vent at when I need to. I have spent 30 days or longer in nine different Psych Wards. Two more times in one of them. Psychiatrists like me, as do therapists. I am a challenge to them, as they are to me. I find them to be interesting people who think in a narrow range of reality. I self destruct on a semi-regular basis and can't understand the world as it is being described to me. I tend to be able to work with technologies that are difficult even for all you college educated people out there. I have been told that once understood, my reality as I describe it is more real than most people can comprehend at one time. I can't tell if someone is understanding me when I explain something to them, so I often repeat what I have just said and then still have to ask them if they understand. Know what I mean?

Ativan

Sure do. The need to be understood is nearly as strong as the need to breathe.

Breathing is almost as obnoxious as thinking.

But not quite as obnoxiously repetitive as eating.