No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings. →
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
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Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
While doing a bit of design work on the blog (look, it’s not specifically called “roll of toilet paper”), I remembered how I used to hate emoji. It prompted me to try to figure out what had changed, which with my memory deficiencies is something of a big ask.
Then I realized that it maybe it had something to do with my autism diagnosis in late 2016, as emoji effectively are a form of augmentative and alternative communication (AAC), and there’s far less cognitive stress in sending someone a “thumbs-up” and whatnot instead of all the time trying to find the words for a social exchange. That cognitive usefulness might have struck me before my diagnosis just through experience but I feel like it must have solidified afterward. As a general thing, I don’t use AAC and never thought about it at all until just realizing that to a certain extent I do.
That emoji are AAC of course is nothing close to an original thought. It just never occurred to me before, probably because it’s a form of AAC that’s normatively acceptable and so essentially unnoticed.