I am a god of numbered lists. Just not here.
I do side work for an old boss who is ADHD. I have given up on taking calls from him describing what I should do because his mind is racing at 200 miles per hour and I lose track of what he’s saying after about ten seconds. “Send me an email.”
A book? You are ambitious enough for a book? I’ve been writing the same SDSAB article for four or five years.
“Ah, but then there is this!”
Oh, and several of them, including my boss, are Birthers. Or, after all the revelations, AFTERbirthers. To the point that the fake Kenyan birth certificate was on his bulletin board.
That’s Braille? Is there a plugin I can get to make it display that way? (firefox)
I do Braille.
How does the braille font make the monitor all bumpy?
Close your eyes and hit it again.
Really, I’ve done computer support for decades and “Close your eyes and try it again,” has been shockingly effective."
Best I’ve found so far is this website, which was linked to somewhere upthread. Probably before we learned that some teddy bears do not come with strap-ons.
And I do mean best. Just look at this! Script geek stuff galore! You can even pick arbitrary codepoints arranged by writing system!
I lurve the intrawebs.
ETA: And hanging out with geeks beats the shit out of hanging out with norms.
ETAA: They are both stultifyingly dull and they can’t keep up with a conversation.
Um, that could be phrased more politely, given present company. :eek:
Really, my friends, I know I can talk all over the place. Usually in the same sentence.
Okay, now how do I get myself back to the state I was in before I clicked on this thread…??
Help!
You can’t. Welcome to my world, where everything is racing at 200MPH. 
One night I laid in bed, counting the mind streams. Last count was nine, including the count and James Taylor singing “Mockingbird.”
No, really. My head has always been filled with utter chaos, and any tips to get beyond it are welcome.
Why bother posting to the pit if you’re going to do it in a way that people can’t follow what you’re talking about? There’s nothing about the pit that makes context less important than in other forums.
Perhaps go see a psychiatrist and get some Methylphenidate or Amphetamine?
And I’m starting to think that there’s another side to this story.
Dropzone, are you this guy?
Grrrr, now I’ll have that song in my head all day. Thanks a lot.
AND, my ex-boss is an Afterbirther* with a copy of the fake Kenyan birth certificate on his bulletin board. Doing interviews in a conference room does not let potential employees know that you are a fucking idiot.
And my left hand is STILL numb! I may end up permanently disabled by a job I stayed at for 3.5 days!