Bare-head, I play videogames, I hike in the forests and woodlands, anywhere nature-ey basically thats away from the beaten track if possible. I like the quiet, peacefulness of being able to go out alone, and just lose myself (possibly with the aid of a trippy little something to spice things up a bit) in the quiet and calm of hiking away from the city, grubbing around in the bushes, grass and amongst the trees for something scrummy to bring home for my supper after I'm done with my woodland-mooching
And I bury myself in other scientific pursuits of the non-drug-related variety, to keep tinkering with the various projects I have on the go whenever possible. I like to keep available (if thats the right word for having as many chem/biotech projects as practically doable on the go, in order to always have something that I can go and tinker with to keep my mind occupied) because I've got that typical trait of the autie cranial firmware, a mind that just refuses to stop spinning (and rocking back and forth
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The thought of running out of possibilities is absolutely horrific, as I love nothing better than to bury myself in the lab, beavering away and not coming out other than either to drop one, take a piss, occasionally eat/drink or ventilate the place.
Growing mushies, done that a few times, various kinds, including some edibles too. I'm currently trying to get Langermannia gigantea (giant puffball) to grow on the lawn by seeding pieces of the ripened gleba all over the lawn, both in shaded and sunlit regions, plus parts of the garden in partial shade, and watering regularly. No sign as of yet but its really too late for them to pop up currently, if they are going to. Going to see if I get any fruitbodies the coming year. Found two giant puffballs whilst traipsing around lymm dam, hopped a fence, scrabbled down a steep muddy fuck of a slope leading to the water, grabbing on to trees to break my more or less controlled (or guided, is more like it) fall, and slow myself down to reach the mushrooms. Somehow managed to get them both back up in one trip and hand them over to my father who was walking round the dam with me, and who, having shared in some of my previous finds of the species, knows how absolutely deeee--licious they are when mbattered in eggy breadcrumb batter and fried into fritters, or just simply tossed in a pan full of melted, sizzling butter with a bit of black pepper and a drop or two of worcestershire sauce and fried until lightly golden brown and oh so tender. Damned if I know how I managed to actually get up that slope again, let alone carrying those two whopping great tasty treats, one tucked between my shoulder and my neck, and one under the other arm, doing the slip-slide-scramble all over again only in reverse . Still got them back home in one piece, cooked them and had us a feast.
Saved a goodly portion of the gleba, after letting it ripen, in order to plant it out, torn into fragments, a piece from each plonked in each hole dug into the lawn in the hope of puffballs next year. Would be a delight if I get some to offer to the drop-dead-sexy, wire-thin blonde woman who lives next door (with her BF, damnation in a shitbox), lovely lass, and triggers my spesh-dar off, dial set to ('aspie or if not then definitely aspie-ish tendencies'). Fucking DAMN fine girl, had a great bbq with her in the summer, brought my special personal steak and meat fly agaric, peppery boletus, cubeb, pink peppercorns, szechuan pepper and other spices besides, mix over. All went down well. Her bf was there, although he's a decent guy generally speaking, I don't wish him ill, but I did get a big warm ''squeeee'' inside from getting to place a smile on that beautiful face and see some of the light in her eyes.
the days of 2cb are long gone for me 
