MY PRESTIGIOUS AUTIST HERITAGE

Do you know what I have in common with a lot of famous people in the past? No, I’m not dead. No, I have heard of bathing. No, I’m not a malcontented prig with a…

What the hell is wrong with you? Would you please just let me get on with it?

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IT’S MILLENNIAL WEEK!

Hey, everyone! It’s “Millennial Week!” Who says? Me says!

Starting this Friday, Millennial Week is upon us! Given that US calendar week starts on Sunday and ends on Saturday, this makes Millennial Week last two days. Because why not do what everyone else has done to Millennials – overpromise.

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NARCOLEPSY NIGHT SCHOOL

Do you have a friend with narcolepsy? I have two!

No, I am not going to give you one of them. What is your problem?! First of all, your question seems to indicate a very lax attitude towards human trafficking. Second of all, how am I going to mail one to you?

You have to think these things through.

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Dear Phil – Letters from the Job Front

A couple of months ago, I placed my resume on the open market to see what nibbles. I’ve made some good contacts. But since I haven’t been pursuing this very hard, there hasn’t been much traction.

That is, until Phil contacted me. He’s been sending me automated job alerts. Since some of the jobs he’s recommended have been… well… out of my career path, I have been emailing him back. So far, the conversation has been one-sided.

So far.
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The Weekend Redirect: My Strange Moment with Mr. Reagan — by Mitch Teemley

Anecdotes about celebrity meetings can be vapid or inspiring. Mitch Teemley’s anecdote about his meeting Ronald Reagan is neither of those, yet so much more awesome! Read this immediately!

You can visit Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln at Disneyland by dodging the trolley, forgoing Goofy’s autograph, and hanging a hard right. As the curtains draw back, Mr. Lincoln rises painfully, his mechanical legs being bolted to the floor, and begins to speak, his warm baritone emanating from a hole in a desk several feet […]

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