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Are You An Aspie?

Could You Have Aspergers Syndrome?
My score:

Your Aspie score: 153 of 200
Your neurotypical (non-autistic) score: 40 of 200
You are very likely an Aspie

This is the best online quiz to test for possible AS traits that I’ve found (despite one or two odd questions, such as “Do you like watching rodeo-riders?”; that one is experimental apperently and may well be changed soon). It’s been compiled with the help of a number of experts worldwide – including a whole bunch of actual Aspies, via the Wrong Planet forum – and is still being refined.

Surveys…

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I do a lot of online surveys and opinion polls. Some of them pay cash or redeemable points, some give me entries in prize draws. The money isn’t anyone’s idea of a fortune, but it helps.
Going through the questions each time, it’s clear to me that most of these surveys reflect some ad agency whizzkid’s limited idea of society.
For instance, in a survey about alcohol consumption, after confirming that I drank alcohol, I filled in about ten pages of questions on various commercial brands of beer and wine; I had to answer “don’t know” to every one, simply because the idiot who put it together couldn’t imagine that anybody drank anything but shop-bought alcohol and so hadn’t included a option for home-brewed alcohol.
And just now, I did a survey about furniture-buying. On being asked if I had bought any furniture in the last six months, I answered ‘yes’; we had bought a kitchen table and chair set from our nieghbours. On being asked where I had bought it from, I went down to the bottom of the list of furniture-shop names, clicked the box marked ‘other’ and typed in ‘A neighbour’. I then had to answer some thirty questions on how and why I had bought furniture from the “A neighbour store” – did I look at their website first, was their catalogue attractive, how was the sales service, was the furniture good value for money, did I buy the furniture in a sale, and similar idiocies. It was almost comical – except that it showed up the poverty of experience and imagination of whoever compiled the survey.
But every now and then, along comes a survey that makes me think that somebody out in adland might have some intelligence. Yesterday, I had one about hair colourants. I was required to watch an ad about a well-known brand and give my opinions on it.
I had to sit through it three times, and felt I was really earning my £1.50. It was the usual typical hair-colouring TV ad – an over-the-hill American actress swings her hair, shows off her dental work, does some cradle-snatching flirting with a fit young male model, swings her hair, shows off her dental work, breathily suggests that the chemical gunge she plasters on her hair is wholly responsible for making her sexy, fabulous, rich and looking twenty years younger than her actual age, swings her hair, shows off her dental work and then finally announces that she’s worth it (whatever ‘it’ is). Shots of a faceless hair-model getting said chemical gunge smeared onto her already glowing locks break up the repetitive-loop shots of hairswinging and dentalwork-flashing.
Getting on to the questions that recorded my feelings about the ad, I was pleasantly surprised to find there were a much wider range of options than usual. Besides the usual keywords like “hopeful”, “confident”, “happy”, “interested” etc, there was “boring”, “disgusted”, “repelled”. Joy of joys, there was even “hatred”!! Good god – somebody out in adland actually realises that there are some TV viewers who hate the ads!
Not only that, there were text boxes in which you could input your comments. Happy happy joy joy! What else could I do but grab the opportunity and do a proper Charlie Brooker on the ad?
At the very least I gave somebody a laugh. And you never know, I might be responsible for giving you an interesting, engaging and creative hair-colouring ad. Hmm, time for my medication, methinks…..

Typical…..

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For months, I’ve been getting steadily more tired and breathless; and I’ve been waking up with a dull, throbbing headache, every single morning without fail. So I took myself along to see Doc G yesterday; he couldn’t find anything obviously wrong, so he booked me in for lots of tests.
This morning, I wake up feeling bright and chirpy and without any kind of headache…..

Scamming the McCanns….

In an earlier post, I related how I got so peed off with the ignorant credulity of the Independent on Sunday’s science writing that I switched to the Observer. Yesterday’s front page story gave me cause to start rethinking my decision:
Forensic DNA tests ‘reveal traces of Madeleine’s body on resort beach’
. This reported how a “former detective renowned for locating abducted children” with the aid of some super-secret technology he had developed, had gone to Portugal at the request of the McCanns and identified an area of a beach where their missing child’s body was. Police dug over the area and bought in sniffer dogs, but found nothing. The headline and reporting (“DNA sample” “GPS satellite technology” etc) made it all sound as if this Mr Krugel was using real scientific forensic methods.
However, taking a closer look at his methods, they’re about as forensic and scientific as my left tit!
Danie Krugel is a South African ex-policeman. The report says, accurately enough, that he is “of the University of Bloemfontein”, which makes him sound like a proper professor-type scientist. In fact, he’s the head of the University’s security and has no scientific training whatsoever. Neither will he reveal anything about how his technology works; all he comes up with is vague stuff like “The technology I use picks up a trace using DNA and complex and secret science techniques” A single hair clipping is, he says, all that he needs; his machine extracts the DNA, then searches for, and amplifies the unique signal given out by the rest of the body – signals that Krugel picks up by GPS satellites.
All that makes me think he’s deluded rather than a conman. A conman would at least try to make his quack device sound scientifically plausible. To enumerate just some of the errors in that paragraph: hair without some follicle attached does not carry DNA; DNA does not give out a signal that can be picked up by satellites; forensic scientists would be cheering if they could extract, sequence and analyse DNA simply by popping it into a magic box for a few moments.
There’s also a serious logical error in his claims; since we shed hairs and skin cells all the time, won’t our DNA signals be coming from every single place that we have ever been?

Danie Krugel has been at this since 2004 and has yet to patent his device, explain properly how it works, or subject it to any kind of examination. Neither has he submitted it to a real test. Despite that, he’s managed to get a group of businessmen involved in his scheme; I would guess that his claims to find oil and diamonds by the same methods have something to do with this (and no, I didn’t know that diamonds and oil have DNA either…). This summer, he was propelled into the limelight when he fooled a South African TV show, where he was supposed to find the murdered bodies of five girls. Leading the police to a vacant lot close to the (now-dead) killer’s house – a place where nobody would think of looking for his victim’s bodies – he pinpointed an area the size of a rugby pitch (although he had previously claimed to locate bodies up to only two metres). The lot had been used a a rubbish dump and a farm-worker’s camp; it was also in the water runoff zone from a cemetery. It should therefore have been no great surprise when the investigators, sorting through the considerable rubbish dug up, found a few human bone fragments. The fragments seemed to come from five bodies; three of them were male and the DNA of all the fragments was too degraded to be analysed. This didn’t stop the TV show from proclaiming that Krugel’s “technology” worked and he that had found the missing girls.
It’s a pity that they didn’t interview the South African couple who hired him to find their missing son in 2006. He told them that the young man was alive and moving around the country. In fact, his remains were found undisturbed in the remote forest where he had last been seen hiking; he appeared to have died from a snakebite.
If you want to judge Danie Krugel’s successes for yourself, you can go to DanieKrugelFacts.com, which lists all of the missing persons cases that he has solved.
All three of them. Yes, three; and only in one of which did he actually find the missing person. This was a teenage runaway; 90 minutes after her mother had given him some hair to analyse along with a photo, Danie Krugel discovered the girl alive and well in a nearby street. During those 90 minutes, he had talked to some of her friends and walked around her haunts with the photograph; the mother never saw him actually use his marvelous machine. Impressive – NOT.

Still, at least he didn’t tell the McCanns that Madeleine was alive and travelling around. When police failed to find a body, he came up with the decidedly lame excuse that perhaps she had been buried there temporarily. So – why didn’t he pick up where the body is now?
Just how much of the £1M+ Find Madeleine fund has been spent on paying this charlatan?

ETA: Most of the above info should be credited to Moonflake, who has dug deep into the mire to expose this fantasist.
Bad Science is also on the case.

More ETA: The Daily Mirror has published a story rubbishing Krugel’s claims

Blast….

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…my eyes are playing up again. I’d left off putting in the twice-daily eyedrops about a week ago, thinking that maybe the dry eyes thing was just a temporary phase.
But it’s not – yesterday I woke up with blurred sight, barely able to read anything. So the day was spent lying on the sofa, dutifully watering my eyes every now and then. This morning, things did seem too bad, so I got down to some work on the puter. But after only a couple of hours, I was back to squinting and swearing. I can only read the screen right now because I have the browser text sizing cranked up (to about 250% by the look of it). So it will be back to the sofa soon.
Unfortunately for me, the sofa is in the living room in front of the telly, and there’s live footie on this afternoon and tonight that B will be watching. Oh my, how will I contain the pleasure?

One of the things I managed to finish this morning was my Astrology Shop. Me and B have decided that we really need to increase our income any way we can. So he’s gone and got a huge and pricey new printer and is going to troll for more printing work, while I’m going to be flogging my astrology stuff.
I’m also getting on with other ways of raising cash – I’m selling off books on Amazon, flogging a few items on eBay (neither very successful so far); I’ve also volunteered to help out with a new blog for WordPress users, run by my hosting company. I won’t be getting any money for it, but they’re offering participants a discount on future hosting costs. Every little helps, as they say.
And I’m watching my Adsense earnings slowly creeping up to the magic $100 mark, which is the minimum amount payable. If the dollar keeps on falling against the pound, that will be worth about less than £50 by the time I get my paws on it, in a month or so’s time. Which might be enough to buy myself a little prezzie – maybe that graphics tablet I’ve been promising myself for ages?

Plus, when my eyes sort themselves out, I’ll get on with a long-term project that will, with luck, start making me some decent money this time next year. Don’t want to say too much about it in public, though.

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Got my computer back, for the time being. Our super new printer has run out of toner, and it will be a few days before we can get some more. So B can’t do any printing for now.
I’ve got a motherboard for B’s computer on order, should be here by the end of the week. Then I’ll be moving my computer back upstairs. The original plan, last August, was for me to move my computer out of the office (aka the third bedroom) and down to here in the hall and for B to move in all of his printing operation out of our bedroom and into the office. However, the new printer is a monster – a refurbished office machine weighing over 80kg. There is no way that we can get it up the stairs; even if we did, I doubt the floor would hold it. So the printing operation is now downstairs, with the computer on the old kitchen table and the printer blocking the doorway of the understairs cupboard (B has put it on a wheeled platform, but its still a bit of a b*gger to move).
I don’t especially want to move back to the office, now I’ve had a couple of days on my computer down here. The hallway is comfortably wide, and I can watch the telly from here. And I can talk to B and anybody else who comes by. Upstairs in the office, it’s a bit lonely and cut off.
But I’ll have to move.

Anyway, I’ve been getting on with stuff here. I’ve updated the Oakleaf Circle events calender and I’m getting on with a long-term calender project that may end up making me money sometime late next year. And I can get on with updating the Astrological Association’s Diary page as well.
All this productive work has been making me feel good.

Rush, Rush….

My machine is now inaccessible for me most of the time, owing to B having to print the Elfin Desk Diary on it. One of the last things his motherboard did before popping its clogs was to corrupt the one and only Diary file that he was printing from. (Yes, I know, back up, always back up….). So he’s now having to rebuild it all. And it’s gonna be a long haul.
I’m bidding for several motherboards on eBay right now. But that’s taking forever, and I want my machine back! So I may very well spend a bit more money on a cheap new board from one of the online retailers.

Anyways, have to sign off for now – I’m on a library computer and my session is coming to an end.

Footleplumpppp!!!

Not So Frazzled….

B’s computer problems turned out to be a dying motherboard. The HD was fine, and I stuck it in my machine and installed XP and everything else with no problems. So he’s now using my machine for this urgent print job that he’s in the middle of.
Which means I don’t have much time to be on t’nternet, or doing anything on the computer, right now. Luckily, I’ve no urgent work to do.
Still, look on the bright side – I’ll have time to really clean the house!