An Interesting Encounter

About a month and a half ago, my father and I were at a My Morning Jacket concert at the Greek Theater while my mother and sister were out of town. At the concession stand there prior to the concert, there was this older guy and his wife (he was probably in his late 60's, so I don't know why he'd be seeing My Morning Jacket), and he had a fairly thick foreign accent, but it wasn't a non-English speaking accent. It was maybe South African or perhaps Australian, but definitely not British. The guy behind the counter was Mexican-American, and most likely spoke English as a second language. First the old guy ordered the bigger burger, which I guess sounded a little like chicken fingers in his foreign accent. The Mexican guy asked if the old guy wanted chicken fingers and the old guy said yes, not realizing the mistake. When the Mexican gave him chicken fingers, he politely requested a burger instead. Then he ordered a veggie burger, but the Mexican wasn't listening and asked if he wanted anything else. He then repeated that he wanted a veggie burger, and the Mexican obliged. Then, the old guy ordered two Cokes, but the Mexican guy asked him if he'd like two Pepsis instead, which is understandable because most establishments only carry one or the other and they're basically equivalent anyway. Also, I hear that "Coke" can be a genericized trademark for any soft drink in the South, but I don't think anyone at the concert was from there so the point is moot. Anyway, after the Mexican checked the menu, he apologized to the old guy that they didn't have Pepsi, and that they only had Coke. At this point, it got completely ridiculous, and my father and I both burst out laughing hysterically. I mean, the first two mishaps were somewhat understandable, but you don't have someone order Coke, ask them if they'd like Pepsi instead, and then tell them you only have Coke. It just doesn't work that way. Well, there you have it. Another interesting (yet bizarre) real-world encounter through the eyes of an autistic person.

Asspie Hater Attacks Jonathan Mitchell

Well, just when I though he was done Blogging, that dumbfuck who calls himself the "Asspie Hater" has attacked yet another curebie, this time Jonathan Mitchell. First of all, this "Asspie Hater" guy doesn't know what he's talking about, because Jonathan's diagnosis is high-functioning autism and not Asperger's syndrome. Also, I don't really get what his supposed message is, since he attacks both curebies and NDs. Attacking NDs is one thing, but attacking curebies for the same reason is just bullshit, and astounding. He apparently knows Joeker, so hopefully Joeker will give me his address so I can sue him for impersonating me. I'll bet it's a matter of time before he impersonates Jonathan, since he tends to impersonate curebies more than NDs.

Jason Segel w/ The Swell Season - live Wiltern, November 18, 2009

Um, Phil, I'd say this is proof that I know Jason Segel's phone number. If a guy gives out his number to an entire audience at a concert, I'd say it's OK for one guy like me to post it on his blog. I'm not gonna respond to the rest of the bullshit you say (cause it's bullshit), but it is NOT illegal for a person to know what is being said about him. Not illegal at all.

The End

When I started Autism is Bad, I had no idea that neurodiversity would do everything they possibly could to make my life a living Hell. I thought I would progress, not regress after starting this blog, but neither pro-cure nor neurodiversity stepped up to the dish when it mattered most, and both of them left me in the dust. Will this be my absolute last post? Most likely, no. But I want to focus much less on this blog and more on my life, which is increasingly hard to do now that everyone on both sides of the fence wants to make my life a living Hell. Phil continues to berate me on his hidden blog, and although there currently isn't enough evidence to sue him he is wrong about everything about my life he thinks he knows more than I do. It's not worth responding to all of it, but keep in mind that if Phi says it, it's incorrect. My life sucks for 1 reason: I am still a virgin at 18 due to my severe autism. If I get fucked, this blog will go bye-bye and all will be in peace. Otherwise, I'll just regress further and further. Good-bye.

Asspie Hater Makes A Fool Of Himself

Well, the Asspie Hater has now done the unthinkable and done an actual post (not just a comment) under my real name. I commented on it, but he will most likely delete it as part of his lie. So, I will say here what I said on there. The Wrecking Ball song is not about the Polo Grounds at all like he says it is. It is about the demolition of Giants Stadium in East Rutherford, New Jersey, which was home of the New York football Giants for many years as well as the New York Jets. The Boss played there frequently over the years, and he felt it fitting to write a song about the stadium's demise. A couple weeks later, he performed a slightly different version of the song at the Spectrum in Philadelphia, where the Philadelphia 76ers and Philadelphia Flyers played for many years, and it has also hosted a multitude of concerts including many by The Boss. The Spectrum is also expected to meet its fate soon, although they've been holding it up awhile. I'm fully aware that it has nothing to do with the autistic spectrum, but I felt it was a good analogy since Bruce Springsteen cares so much about autistic people.

Springsteen - Wrecking Ball - The Spectrum October 13, 2009

This is Bruce Springsteen singing about how they're gonna blow up the Spectrum. He sings this song because he loves autistic people, and cares so much about them. That is why he performed for Autism Speaks and turns the lites on for Born to Run. It is only fitting that he sing a song about blowing up the Spectrum, because that's what all autistic people wanna do.

This Means War

Well, apparently Phil thinks it's OK to break our settlement and blog about me again, and he also thinks it's OK to break the law and hide all his self-imcriminating evidence from me. That's OK, because I will be the victor in the end. However, this war will not be fought on the blogosphere like last one was. It will be fought in the courtroom, as soon as I have the evidence. This will be the first and last time that I blog about this issue, because frankly there's better shit in this world.


Thanks in advance,

Oliver M Canby

Shanah Tova!

Today is Rosh Hashanah, which is the Jewish new year. For Jews, it is now the year 5771, which supposedly dates back to when the world was created. On the Jewish calendar, it is Tishrei 1, not September 9. On the Jewish calendar my birthday is Nisan 7, 5752 as opposed to April 10, 1992. My bris occurred on Passover, so I always know that Passover is 8 days after my Jewish birthday. The calendar varies from year to year as it is lunisolar, while our calendar is completely solar. This is the first year I won't be going to Temple Isaiah, because my family decided to quit this year. My mom wants me to go to the Laugh Factory, but I don't see a point in worshiping at a comedy club. Anyway, I'd like to wish a Happy New Year to all the Jews out there, and Shanah Tova!