The first part is in my "native language," and then the second part provides a translation, or at least an explanation. This is not a look-at-the-autie gawking freakshow as much as it is a statement about what gets considered thought, intelligence, personhood, language, and communication, and what does not.
My all-purpose answer to the question "If you can do such-and-such, why can't you do this other thing?" A question that many neurologically unusual people of all sorts get a lot of the time. The target audience has a relatively typical range of hearing and color perception. The video itself is mostly text and spoken words, but there's other things
Dave Spicer's analogy of autistic people to different kinds of unusual rocks. (He wrote the words, I did the video. Used his words with his written permission.)
A video response to "My Synesthete Samples" by KittiesRock46. Shows my colored letters and numbers and a bit of an explanation of the broader concept of synaesthesia. In other words, yet another synaesthete goofing off.
This is a reply to the "articles of understanding" exchanged between Autism Speaks and GRASP, in which both sides pretty much ignored the existence of autistic self-advocates who do not speak and do not want to be cured, reducing us to old cliches. It primarily addresses the assumptions made by Alison Tepper Singer in her article and some of her other work.
A response to "Exuberance" by ShinyMetalBrain. The happy dance I always want to do when I'm in a really good mood. And how I couldn't be trained out of it by a guy determined to pathologize it. And yes this was filmed while IN that flappy/bouncy sort of mood.
Starting a meme for people to post happy dances in response to. And showing a dog happy dance. (See my other happy dance video for my own happy dance, and see shinymetalbrain's "Exuberance" for hers.)
As requested by blog readers, my cat meets my single-antenna theremin. Captioned, although there's no words in it, just varying tones based on how close the cat is to the theremin.
Improvising on the flute. (I had some amount of flute training that I was not too good at, then picked up a flute over a decade later and could play it as long as I improvised.)