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I regularly send emails to the the public relations departments of corporations detailing each and every spelling error on the relevant website. Also, I was once disowned for a few months. I had spent the week with my grandmother, and didn't say goodbye to her when I got on the plane to go...

As a child (in one of my early exposures to everyday school life, at around third grade), upon my entrance into the school, I was marked as "gifted" and scheduled to be removed to "gifted" courses. I'm not sure exactly how this marking took place, as I was never administered an IQ test, or...

To the observer, certainly. I'm sure the males find it less amusing. I certainly find them less amusing. At least now I know what's going on. I was deeply confused by the profusion of interested males, given that I've never shown the slightest interest in them. I should kill those...

I have to disagree from my own experience. There was a summer, a few years back, where it became the mission of my circle of acquaintances to engage me in social activity. Nearly all of my time was occupied with these social engagements, and I was consequently unhappy, burnt out, and withdrawn...

"Doctor, why?" . . . ...I apologize for that. [In a vaguely related note, why (ha ha) do we pronounce "why" as though it was "y"? In spite of my general aversion to the so called "chatspeak", I can see the economy in simply replacing the word with its sound/letter. Try and pronounce...

That's basically how I got out of ever taking a Physical Education course. ...except that the glitch required some... assistance.

By not attending. I have no funds, and cannot obtain enough funds without going into massive debt. I object to the concept of debt. Thus, I do not attend. I was homeschooled (re: self-taught) for the majority of my life anyway. Nothing has changed.

"Biting the Sun" by Tanith Lee. Science Fiction. Not suitable for those with ingrained stigma on matters pertaining to gender identity, suicide, and nonconformism in general. Marginally experimental. Continues to produce reaction after multiple reads. "Dune" by Frank Herbert. Science Fiction...

Well, damn. My lack of libido must be confusing the hell out of the local males.

[Now I will learn the Dead Thread Policy. Do you have one?] When younger, I had an awkward, straight-legged march-like stride, walked too quickly, hunched over my books, and refused to make eye contact... or, in fact, even look away from my own feet. Then I had an encounter with a coterie of...

1. Where and whenever it becomes available or necessary. My parents and I have discussed my tendency to short out, and they don't argue if I suddenly vanish. 2. Research. Mostly. Creativity is for work. Study is for play. 3. Relative to the amount of time I've spent in social settings and the...

Mostly just tactless. Also, for your edification and delight, I was diagnosed years ago with bipolar disorder. Then I was un-diagnosed. Then re-diagnosed. Clearly there is some heated discussion about my psyche and complications thereof. So if I vacillate wildly between morose and exuberant...

Interesting. It may indicate that your primary thought zone lies in another region of the brain-- how does memory recall work for you? As a visual-spatial thinker, most of my memory recall is direct visual input-- I can recall exact visual details years later, although I probably can't correlate...

Usually I pause, assess my mood, and respond appropriately. By then the conversation has usually moved on without me. I get back to reading. All is well with the world. Sometimes I answer with "Dying." if I'm not paying attention. I'm not sure where the reflex came from. Residual emo-whine...

Your mileage may vary. I was always snap-successful with visualization, and no longer require a tuning process or relaxed awareness to achieve high-res. I don't even close my eyes these days. For some people, I have been told, the paper-step-one is nigh-unto-impossible. For those who have...

Mmmm'hello. I may or may not linger here-- I am easily bored. If not entertained, I sometimes forget the things I'm keeping track of. Maybe I'll put you in my PDA. Then it can sing at me until I come back. Yes, perhaps I'll do that. I wouldn't want to lose track of something that I'm not bored...