TechnicallyRon

@technicallyron.bsky.social

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The great thing about Myspace coming back is that choosing your top 5 friends will no longer have the stress it used to as all the 40 year old millenials who would use the platform only have 2 friends left and only see them once a year anyway.

I understand why some people refer to autism as a superpower but I don't think a movie about me missing social cues and then launching into a two hour unprompted monologue on how I would rank my favourite birds would break box office records.

The cool thing about being diagnosed with autism later in life is when you tell people you have autism you get one of two responses: "You don't seem autistic" or "Yeah obviously how did you not know"

Self care is: - Cooking a nice meal - Going for a walk - Finding an amulet on the walk - Using the amulet to curse your enemies - Relishing in your enemies misfortune - Becoming drunk with the power of the amulet - Having a nice bath

Inside you are two animals. One is a seal called Neil who wants to fuck and destroy. One is a short spined raccoon called jimothy who just wants to be left alone and live a quiet life. Both are valid.

Actors promoting a film in 2016: "Please tell us about your film" Actors promoting a film in 2026: "You all have slegehammers. We are going to ask which food is more likely to give you diarrhoea then you hit the loser. We are on a moving catamaran and everyone has a tiny mic. Release the lizards"

The polar opposite reactions here to the deaths of Sam Neill and Lindsey Graham are such a reminder that we all have a choice whether to live our lives in a way that brings joy or misery to those around us. I think if you’re remembered fondly as Sam Neill is today, you’ve pretty much won at life.

Do you know what's great? Because we killed the planet it's just this but incrementally worse every year until we die! Isn't that amazing! It's just going to get hotter! Every year! Forever! We ruined the world and now it's going to punish us until the end of time!

Imagine being a climate change denier in 2026. Sat in genital soup watching Europe be on fire and pretending any of this is normal as we hurl ourselves towards the climate wars where we start murdering each other for magnums.

The year is 2035. We have gone through 600 Prime Ministers since 2010. Leadership is now decided by randomly picking Facebook profiles and everyone gets a day to be in charge. Today is Gary from Portsmouth and he has just banned the letter O. The cuntry is in chas.

It is hot in Britain again. Public transport is now a travel sauna. Our homes are furious heat boxes where we sit waiting for death. A man wearing skinny jeans explodes from friction. The tiny fans we bought from argos last month explode. We are doomed.

Inside you there are two wolves. One wolf has anxiety. The other one has depression. Oh god there's another wolf. This one has childhood trauma. Oh bloody hell there are move wolves coming from the tree line. They all have something. Get the gun there are too many wolves.

In news that will shock no-one that has ever met me or interacted with me, today I was finally diagnosed with ASD, or ‘high functioning adult autism’ if you want to get sexy about it. So yeah, that makes a lot of sense