Books That I Got For Christmas:
A Manual for Creating Atheists
Everything Is F*cked: A Book About Hope (The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck
Everything You Ever Wanted to Know about Trans (But Were Afraid to Ask)
Lead from the Outside: How to Build Your Future and Make Real Change
Mediocre: The Dangerous Legacy of White Male America
Odd Girl Out: My Extraordinary Autistic Life
Our Time Is Now: Power, Purpose, and the Fight for a Fair America
Supernatural: The Official Cookbook: Burgers, Pies, and Other Bites from the Road
The Adventurous Eaters Club: Mastering the Art of Family Mealtime
The Secret Lives of Hoarders: True Stories of Tackling Extreme Clutter
The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck: A Counter-intuitive Approach to Living a Good Life
Unf*ck Your Habitat: You’re Better Than Your Mess
Unfuck Your Brain: Getting Over Anxiety, Depression, Anger, Freak-Outs, and Triggers with Science
I also got books ten and eleven in the Alice Wonder series, which I like a lot.
When I said that I wanted to read more this year, I meant it, and people took notice of that.
Books that I’m reading right now:
· The Adventurous Eaters Club: Mastering the Art of Family Mealtime by Misha and Vicki Collins
· The Emperor of All Maladies: A Biography of Cancer by Siddhartha Mukherjee
I am also occasionally flipping through Anton LaVey’s Letters to the Devil, although the really small font is off-setting. I want to get through it at some point. It would be easier to read if the font size… isn’t what it is, even if making the font larger added pages to the book. So that one sits on the back burner for now, heh.
Ironically, I had started to read the book by Siddhartha Mujherjee before my mother had even been diagnosed with cancer, but this was around the time that Pokemon Go came out, and I spent more time playing that than I did reading any books. But now that we are being faced with a global pandemic, I’ve begun to pick up reading again with the intent to finish all of the books that I start. Reasonable, isn’t it?
That new Kindle that I got for Christmas will make things even easier to do, too.
I just need to figure out how it works since it differs from the old 3G Keyboard that I had.
At some point, I’m going to be replacing this computer sooner than later. I have my eye on one that has roughly the same specs (specifications) as this one, and I can just take my 16GB DDR4 RAM out of this one and put it into this computer. It’s also… smaller than this computer is, but I think a lot of the newer computers are being made to be smaller than their counterparts, and that doesn’t bother me any. Sometimes the fan runs just fine in this, or nearly fine, and other times I can hear the fan spinning from across the room even though I’ve used compressed air on it more than once. I wish this computer wouldn’t be on its way out, which it kind of is by the sound of things, because that would save me money. I already got a slightly newer Kindle for Christmas because my old Kindle Keyboard, complete with 3G, was lagging badly or just plain freezing to the point where it had to be put in standby mode or restarted numerous times to do anything…
Meanwhile, I’m reading The Adventurous Eaters Club by Misha Collins and his wife. First of all, it’s Misha Collins, the actor who played Castiel in Supernatural. Secondly, it might give me some tips and tricks that I can use to make mealtime fun and more palatable for my two children than it already is, even though both of them are autistic. One day in the future I might just write my own book on that though. It’s a thought here.
At the end of the day, these books can help a bit, but autistic kids tend not to eat like neurotypical kids do.
Reading other people’s religious conversion stories fascinate me, even though I know that I will never be one of them or write a story anything like theirs (unless you count taking the side step from atheism to atheistic satanism counts… I suppose to some people it might, even though there is the same basic foundation of a lack of belief in the supernatural, because all we do is consider Satan our role model). I suppose it’s because I absolutely know that I will never become like them or live my life like they live theirs, although I don’t mean to sound like I’m saying that in a holier than thou, “I’m better than you” way. It’s just that our lives are so markedly different from one another’s, and they always will be. I didn’t even intend to live that kind of life if I had married Bub’s father — I wasn’t going to adhere to any of the doctrine. I might have pretended to on the outside, at least to people that didn’t know that I had never believed in the existence of a higher power and never would. (And in case anyone asks: religion was actually not the primary thing that separated us, although it was one of the most major things. There was also the fact that once Bub was born, his father made it clear to everyone that he did not actually want to be a father. There was just sadly no denying that.)
I also find religious doctrine, and the rules of some of the “harder line” religions, a bit — or a lot — peculiar.
So many people are convinced that as I get older, “and I get closer to death”, I might recant, but I don’t see the need to change my mind on thoughts that I have had for nearly my entire life out of fear of the unknown.
As I like to tell these people, “if I am wrong, don’t you think baiting and switching will infuriate your God?”.