Burn! Maim! Exfoliate!
Some days I’d rather repent in the loving embrace of the Spanish Inquisition if it meant she was extracted from my life. I try so hard to not wish death on people because I honestly believe everyone (in most cases) should have the right to be himself. But I admit a certain lack of objectivity and complete absence of compassion for my ex. I think I might begin to understand the ancient Roman bloodlust if I were to witness her being mauled by a vicious animal. It shames me to recognize that in myself, and I blame her all the more that I should do so. She’s always brought out the worst in me.
And I’m giggling at the volcano games. I just never know where you folks are going to take something.
Milk for the Khorne flakes!
Stolen from youtube comments…
Excuse me.
You people are so goddamn funny! Thanks for the crack up. 
That is all. Carry on.
Just out of clinical/morbid curiosity, what diagnosis has he been given, and why might it possibly be confused with autism? And is your ex giving him too little lithium or too much?
Severe Bipolar I, with psychotic & tourettes-like comorbidities. Maybe a little ADHD thrown in but it’s hard to tell. The effect of being so severely detached from reality for so long, combined with the social side effects of being chronically verbally abusive & bloody-minded really arrested his social development. Basically, he was alone in his own little crazyplace from age 6 to 12ish witha few months of lucidity here and there, and essentially unable to connect with kids his age because they were all terrified of him, and that includes his sisters. He’s 14 now, and after being on 900mg lithium for 2 years he’s just now getting to the point where he understands how other people think, and what sarcasm is vs. good-natured ribbing (calling your good friends ‘asshole’, shoulder punches, etc.). So yeah, he looked a little Aspie because being so crazy for so long robbed him of about half his life’s worth of socialization. He had none of the other Apergers traits though. Generous dallop of lithium and within a month the lights came on, his moods leveled out, he has control of himself…dude, he was classic bipolar even for a kid. Which is no surprise. Because I am, my dad was, descriptions of his dad would make it a safe bet. In fact, as far back as you can go on our Y chromosome line, there isn’t a naturally sane male in the bunch. But NOOOOooo…lithium damages the CNS so we should take that leash off him off it just before he enters high school. Gah! Now I done got myself mad again!
Calm down, here, have some lithium.
Rum? Pumice? Christmas is over, why am I still hearing “The Little Drummer Boy”?
Who actually pays for anti-virus?
Quite a few people other than Inigo. I’ve got my mother on a paid one from a Spanish corp because it means additional support when I’m not around; it still requires Bro to act as an oldwoman-computer-support interface but hey, it beats getting a phone call at 3a-fucking-m because I happen to be 6 timezones away.