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Monday, 16 March 2015

Dating a Person with (High Functioning) Autism

For Autism Awareness day, I would like to take this time to talk about something a little more personal to me, the idea itself was given to me by Loz, and I agreed that it'd be a great idea and a chance to talk about something a little more serious than my personality usually allows me. Now, starting off with how we met, she always seemed a little different to me, but it was just perfectly part of her charm. It was several months I believe, before she told be she had Aspergers. My reaction? Something along the lines of "Oh, well I guess that'd make sense, alright then". And she told me that had been the best response that she'd gotten from having told someone.

Why, why is that the best response? It's because I didn't make such a big deal about it, because that's all people want. To not have their differences highlighted. Do you like it when someone points out a mark on your face? No? Then why would an autistic person like it when you point out things about them? Don't do it. Just do. Not. They aren't wild beasts, they're people. You don't need to make them feel like they'll never be relateable, or that they HAVE to do something great to be important to someone. Why is it when someone is autistic, people only care when they do something great? Why can't we just appreciate people as people?

Now, dating a person with autism has it's challenges, and do you know why? That's because DATING has it challenges. Dating a person with autism just has DIFFERENT challenges. And in retrospect, it is no different than dating a person you just random met in a mall. I love Loz every bit in the wide open space, and no, it isn't any harder just because she has differences. And honestly, it's most likely harder for her having to deal with my odd likes of things such as planes and tanks. Those are her challenges though. ;)

Sorry I have to cut this one short, I have work shortly though, but I may add an edit later on! Thank you for reading.

Sunday, 15 March 2015

Review, Kinda: Hotline Miami 2: Wrong Number

WELL, is it really that time again? How do you feel about hurting others, do you enjoy hurting them? Frankly, I don't think you'll like the way this review ends... Mostly because it's not a very official review. Anyways, I was a huge fan of the first game, Hotline Miami. Great gameplay, crazy story, great visuals, A FANTASTIC SOUND TRACK, a game that gives you an UNEASY feeling while you play it. It makes you feel good but BAD for killing all these bad people. Though, it's not all quite right, because you're not a good person either... are you?

No, see, Hotline Miami 2: Wrong Number, is much of the same, and that's not a bad thing in this case. It features an all new sound track, ties up any loose ends, even BETTER visuals, a crazier story that still somehow grounds itself on the Earth, and it made me feel even UNEASIER than the first. I felt like I WAS a terrible person doing all these killings, and honestly, that's a good thing. It was fun, while it also reminded me, I don't like hurting others, a question that is asked a few sparse times, but enough times to make you really think about it. Why are you killing these people?

 It was never told to you, but you did it anyways, because it's just a game, right? Well, yeah it is. Now, I'm not a great reviewer or anything, but, lemme tell you, this game really kept at what I loved from the original game, and it did it WELL. The levels are MUCH harder, but I got through the whole thing. And enjoyed it. Plus, I loved how well they connected it with the first game's story, and made everything much clearer. And it's WORTH sticking around for the ending. If just for that killer soundtrack. Hah. Killer. And here's a song for just that!


I'd say, all things considered, I'd rate it a 9/10.

Well, don't just take my word for it, give the first game a spin if you haven't!
Don't get too comfortable, though... good things don't last long, do they?

-Austin