For the good of everyone, I just skipped July altogether.
You all finished that book that nobody will shut up about, and that's neat. I got a lot of work done and played with my phone that nobody will shut up about, including me. This thing has been reviewed all over the place by too many people, and I don't have much to add to that except to say I can't live without it, and if anything ever happened to my iPhone, I'd actually drop dead like a coal miner's canary. It isn't because I even use the phone much. I get 450 minutes of daytime minutes to use a month, and over the first month I used just over 60 of them, which was tremendously shocking that I even talked on it that much. They roll over to the next month- by the end of the year I will have approximately 58,000 minutes to burn. And it isn't because of some cell-phone culture coolness factor- I'm actually very self-conscious about pulling it out in public, and as you know, I normally have no problems pulling most anything out in public. People are really curious about it though, that's for sure. But no- for me, the big deal about the iPhone is that I've got it rigged to give me step by step directions to get through my day. I have little messages and helpful warnings pop up all the time with pleasant beeps and buzzes. "Don't forget your ad deadline!" "Remember to take the double stroller to Na-Na's!" "Don't leave the house without pants!" And, amazingly, I have not been outside without pants since I got this thing. The neighbors are very impressed, they think Becky has finally "trained me" somehow. WHATEVER. You can't train ME. No WAY. I am the Alpha Male. I do what I want! But you can tell me what to do and I'll totally do that without question or hesitation.
On the autistic kid front: Still extremely autistic! Now with random, uncontrollable rage filled shrieking! Yikes. I said before that Casey was all calm and easy to take care of. Not so much anymore. He's upset a lot, like very. He's also started slamming his head into things when he really gets going. All this PLUS he's extremely difficult to settle down! We think it is because he's being faced with all these new challenges with his various therapies that he gets frustrated quickly and doesn't handle it well. It's been disheartening and sometimes soul-crushing. [BIG SIGH GOES HERE]
But, on the positive side, they've set up a spot for him at this great special needs preschool that deals specifically with autistic kids. He'll start in November, won't even have to get on a waiting list or anything. Getting him in isn't the only good news, however- the actual good news is that our city will be paying for it. This is what happens when the child in question has issues that the public school system is unequipped to deal with. Since it's the law that every kid is entitled to an "appropriate education", they refer these kids out to special schools. And pay for it! Which is about the greatest news ever as The Achievement Center costs FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS A YEAR. That was in all caps because it pretty much has to be, doesn't it? So, in many ways, Casey is lucky to be as majorly impaired as he is, since if he were one of those poor suckers who is only somewhat autistic, he'd have to stick it out in public school with all the grinks and groinks.
MY COMPUTER HAS A CAMERA
That's about enough of
that. On to our recurring feature, God Plates. I have
one to show and one to tell, and you will not believe
me when I tell it.
First, the show:
I think it was P@ that
mentioned he thought it was weird that I'd find all
these God Plates on cars without God Stickers. Well,
I give you Stickers. You're welcome.
Now, the tell. Becky called me at work (on my iPhone
[/jerk]) and told me she was driving behind perhaps
the greatest God Plate of all, but she didn't have a
means by which to photograph it, something we all
regret instantly. I have to take her word of course,
and though I have no reason to think she would make
something like this up, we all need to take it as
rumor at this point. However, this plate is my White
Whale- I'll die trying to find it. But find it I
will, for this Holiest of License Plates reads- and
I'm giggling as I type- "HOT 4 GOD".
Really. Really. Hot 4 God. I think if I can shoot
that one I can quit.
And now what the hell- some cute children who happen
to be mine. And yes, they need haircuts. No, I won't
have anything to do with haircuts. I've learned my
lesson well. The kids- they don't like having their
hair cut. At all. So screw 'em. Shaggy a-holes.
MY PHONE HAS A CAMERA
MY PHONE HAS A CAMERA
MY PHONE HAS A CAMERA
I had some other stuff to yak about, but maybe I
should save it and then there will be something else
to post later. Pacing, it's all about pacing. And
dick jokes.
P.S.- what's with all the huge boobs in anime these
days? Man, in my day we were hard pressed to find so
much as a B cup in Star Blazers or Robotech. And
dude- we pressed. We pressed hard.