Clong.

[dabbleswithpoisons]

Now and again something happens that reminds me of the fact that my parents are basically very accepting people.
Just now, I was in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil. A fair proportion of my more eccentric behaviour happens while I'm waiting for the kettle to boil. Occasionally I'll read a newspaper like a normal person, if there's one there, but usually I pass the time by pacing up and down the kitchen very fast, doing hand stims and talking to myself. Or standing on the table.  Or jumping up and down and spinning round until I fall over. Or opening and shutting the fridge door (I like the noise the rubber seal makes). Essentially, it's the perfect storm, where safe space + small amount of time to kill + low impulse control + autistic delight in specific sensory input = Art acts really oddly in the kitchen.
Anyway, on this occasion I'd picked up an enamel plate from the draining board, and was holding it up to my ear and tapping it with my knuckles. This produces a pleasant chimey vibration in the inner ear if done correctly. My dad was reading the paper at the kitchen table. The following dialogue ensued:

ART & PLATE: Clonggggg...clonggg...clongggg...clonggg clongggg.....clonggg....CLONNNGGGG AARGH!

ART'S DAD: What happened?

ART: OW MY EAR.

ART'S DAD: Bum note?

ART: That's kind of pleasant until it's not.

ART'S DAD: Ah yes. *returns to paper*

He's a very tolerant and non-judgemental man.

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[sospan-fach.livejournal.com]

Or opening and shutting the fridge door (I like the noise the rubber seal makes).

:handwring:angst:fret:

That WEAKENS and DISTRESSES the SEAL.



You're getting your very own fridge when you're living with me, sunshine...

[art-inthe-blood.livejournal.com]

"Think of the seal! For God's sake, won't someone think of the seal!"

Dude, I don't do it eight hours a day. Thirty seconds or so here and there. Calm down.

And the fact that *that* is what you took away from this story says a lot about you, you know. I can see you now, a hundred miles away, *angsting* over the fact that I'm Doing A Thing You Shouldn't Do To Fridges..

(Furthermore, I'll have you know that we've had that fridge for about fifteen years, with no seal issues to date).

[art-inthe-blood.livejournal.com]

PS that is about the saddest seal I ever did see.

[sospan-fach.livejournal.com]

And the fact that *that* is what you took away from this story says a lot about you, you know.

I think you'll find that the facts of you spinning like a dervish and repeatedly bashing enamel plates in dangerously close proximity to your delicate aural nerves being such unremarkable SOP and therefore unworthy of comment say a lot about you, y'know. :P

Pity the poor soliloquising seals.

PS that is about the saddest seal I ever did see.

There was an even sadder one. But the poor little bugger was just too sad-looking for me to drag him onto LJ for the porpoises of a cheap laugh. (Plus those top two pictures of him are a scarily accurate portrayal of how I feel some days. o.O )

[art-inthe-blood.livejournal.com]

Oh good God, that is the saddest thing I've ever seen. Poor blind ostracised ginger seal baby. Jesus.

...the facts of you spinning like a dervish and repeatedly bashing enamel plates in dangerously close proximity to your delicate aural nerves being such unremarkable SOP and therefore unworthy of comment say a lot about you, y'know.

Well, yes, that was what the post was about. I'm autistic and strange, and my dad is very unflappable, and that is often a kooky and hilarious combination. That's not subtext so much as...text.

[kathie-d.livejournal.com]

OUR FREEZER AT WORK SOUNDS LIKE A SUBMARINE SUBMERGING TO DEPTHS IT SHOULD NOT GO LIKE SOMETHING OUT OF DAS BOOT WHEN YOU SHUT IT!!!!

Ahem. Horay for tolerant parents!