Learning to drive helped me deal with my autism - but maybe because I am a high-functioning autistic, an "aspie." Driving forced me to concentrate on what the hell I was doing, because I was in control of a 1300 kg missile, and I had to know where I was. I had learned to keep track of where I was before that when I biked around my neighborhood, but controlling a car made knowing where I was that much more important. I am a great driver, if I may say so myself - but I have the spotless driving record as evidence.

According to Grandma, either my father or my uncle referred to strawberries as "star babies." They've been star babies to my family ever since.

Those people are insane!

It looks as though it's cloaked like a Predator alien.

I wouldn't want to go into that restroom if I was drunk!

What if they had done "UFO" the same way? Or "Space 1999"?

Snow Leopard Moms sure beat the hell out of Tiger Moms!

Those kids are amazing! That definitely took a lot of practice - and concentration.

Thanks, but I think I'll pass.

I'm sure that I can add to this collection. Time to browse through my extensive collection of SF paperbacks.

You can bet there is a TROLL down there!

So much for that golden oldie!