True, I need to update. And truly I will. Just not at this moment. But I’m hoping to do it later today. I’m also thinking that this one might be called something along the lines of “Social Tips for Aspies - THE SEQUEL!!!” Muahahhahahaaa. Erm, right.
This little blond haired chick you see before you is my onliest little nephew. He’s 2 now!!!
You know bloggers. We always have one or two projects on the side that we don’t necessarily tell anyone about until we’re sure that they’re going to work out.
Well, I just had one come through today.
One of my more commented on posts has been published on another website. It also has a chance at being added to a book.
In other news, I’m still doing the comic thing. Check out my latest by clicking on it:
Today I broke my previous record for most hits in any one day on this blog. The previous number was around 589 or so. Now it’s 719. *grins and nods*
I’ve got another comic up today. I think I like this. 
Muahahahhaa.
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Oh God! What have I decided to try out??? *laughs*
Like I needed another artistic venue, right???
*giggles*
For real yo.
Hmm, looking back at what I just wrote, it may be possible that I’ve been watching the X-Games on ESPN for too long. I’m picking up their lexicon. EEP!
Okay, I wouldn’t be challenging you if it wasn’t for the fact that I can’t do it myself. And at this point, I’m so desperate to see it that I’m willing just to see someone else do it. Is that nuts, or what? This can definitely be categorized under “special interests.”
However, this is a very specific special interest. This isn’t a category of general interest; rather, this is a particular thing that I can’t do.
Namely, it’s a flash game called “Tower Defense.”
I guess that technically all I’m doing is redelivering a challenge put forth by someone else. But it’s their fault for getting me obsessed. *laughs*
His username is “harley,” and he’s the owner of the site. BTW, this site completely and utterly rocks. I got a link to it somewhere around here on the site itself, I’m pretty sure. *looks and finds it under the BLOGROLL???* WTF?!? *successfully manages not to grind her teeth and jumps onto her dashboard page to fix the location of this link*
Okay, it’s now under “Miscellaneous.” Woot!
*smacks forehead in exasperation*
And I quote:
Hey dudes. By the way, I played the hell out of this game back when it was first released (in one of those slumps when I didn’t have time to update the site daily). The best I’ve gotten is level 81, and the best I’ve seen from screenshots is 82, without using a ripped version of the game.
Four green towers lined up between the road near the bottom there seem to be the key to longevity. Plus there is a small bug in the second to last green tower upgrade. It should be doing 3400 damage but it only does around 1200. This means you don’t want to leave your green towers sitting at the 2nd from max upgrade, because the max tower does 9000. Concentrate on getting one tower from 3rd best to 1st best before working on the next one.
If anyone gets past level 82 screenshot it and post on the forums, cause I wanna see it! =) -harley
Okay, well here’s the link to the game . . . again. *chews lip and looks directly at the imaginary camera that is filming her*
Actually, all of the levels of the green towers are screwy as far as what power level they’re supposed to have. The only thing that’s right (and good) about them is that their final level is 9000. That’s the most that any of the towers ever get up to.
Now, I’m like harley in that I’ve made it to 81, but no farther. I play this game about oh . . . *thinks* . . . *realizes* . . . *is slightly embarrassed to admit* . . . *decides to tell some kind of approximation of the truth, since the real number is unknown* . . . maybe 16 times a day, on most days. Each game takes approximately 15 minutes or so, for where I get to now; so that’s like 4 hours worth. However, since today is Saturday and I take Saturdays off completely and utterly, that number is *clears throat* . . . somewhat higher. I’m thinking somewhere in the vicinity of around 2 or 3 times that number just listed, and maybe possibly more.
Of course, I could be way off. Since this has reached the quality of “special interest,” it means that I sort of lose track of time when I’m doing it, and I tend to play one game straight after the other.
See, the thing about this game that is so captivating is that it’s not just a game per se, but a series of strategic moves that have to be thought out more and more the longer you play it. Plus, the game’s a bit buggy; so sometimes when you put down a new tower, an old one will sort of just, oh, disappear. Can we say badness?
My solution to this is to try and lay out all of my towers for one section of the course all at one time early on, so that if they do disappear, then I can either:
A. Restart
or
B. Replace
It’s easier to replace a tower that’s only worth 15 points in the currency of the game, than to replace one that you’ve spent over 2000 points on, and that has a damage level worth 6000 plus.
Of course, then the whole thing is when you finish a game and restart, what you’re really doing is playing the same game over again, but with a certain level of tweaking in place that will hopefully push you just that much further.
Not only that, but it’s not only the layout that you have to be concerned with; it’s also the order of the towers as they’re put down. I’ve gotten to level 81 twice with largely similar designs. Now I’m trying out something slightly different, but as of yet I’ve only gotten to level 77. EDIT - (32 minutes after I posted this, I reached level 80 with my new-ish configuration! Woot! Challenge is still on though.) If that doesn’t pan out, then I’ll try something different. But I’m not as of yet convinced that the method I’m trying out currently won’t work. I just don’t think I’ve gotten the order down entirely. And I’m still making minor changes with the layout.
Heh, I feel like I’m Ken Mattingly in Apollo 13 while he’s trying to get the correct landing sequence together.
What I really like about this game is that it’s fairly simple. Everything that I’ve just mentioned above has to be thought about, but beyond that, there’s not much to it. It’s a simple layout; what you see is what you’ve got. Minus the bug of the disappearing towers (sounds like an “Encyclopedia Brown” story), there are no hidden dangers.
Like I said; these formats are pretty similar. The difference comes at the end, when I’m out of thinking time and I just start adding red towers at random. lol. Well, I say random, but I don’t really have a “random” switch exactly. To me, random means “without thinking.” Well, there have been very few times in my life when I have done something with no thought behind it. There’s almost always thought; some people may not think so, but there is. It’s just that usually my level of thinking is either too complex for what the situation warrants, or not complex enough.
However, in this case, it’s as close to random as I’m likely to get, at least for me.
So I’ve challenged you now. But there’s more!
This is the fun part. I’m going to have to rely on the honor code for this, but I’m hoping that you will be honest anyways. Whomever does this first gets a prize . . . provided that they want it. *laughs*
“Look ma! No hands!”
Wait. *shoots a sideways glance at the invisible camera still filming her* Where’d that come from???
***I want a screenshot of your results, along with the time that it took you to make it happen. Also, I want a description of how you came up with that result and your thought process behind it. This is to ensure that you really did what you said you did. I know, I know. Someone could lie and all that . . . well, at least this will make sure that they have to spend some time and effort in the process. Muahahahaha.
Here’s the prize: The first person to do this will win a hand-crafted, entirely bizarre, semi-random and completely wacky mixed CD chock full of a wide selection of my [at-times] nearly bipolar musical interests!
Sound fun? All I’ll need is some kind of address to mail it to you. And since WordPress requires an email address to post anything here, you don’t even have to post the addy for all the public to see. I can just email you and you can email me back! Woot!
Are you excited yet?
Woot!
I think I need to eat something. I’m getting weirder. *whistles innocently*
Anyways, this is open to anyone, provided that you did what you said you did. You you you. Geez. Could I have had said “you” any more times???
Whatcha think?
First off, I nearly tripped over it. It was just sitting there, doing its own little silly things, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. La dee dah.
It moved when I got within about half a foot of stepping on it. When I say move, I mean like 11.6 inches to the side.
“Hello?” I said, annoyed. “Would you mind moving please?”
What does it do? Looks at me. Like I’m the moron, not it.
“Come on!” I said, waving my arms at it. “Move already!”
It cocked its head to the side and gibbered at me.
“I don’t care for your reasons! Move!” I said, yelling at it, before looking around quickly to see if anyone else heard me.
It just sat there and trembled squirrelishly (girlishly???). Its big bushy tail waved side to side as if testing the wind.
I took a step forwards.
It scooted backwards, but just kept sitting there, looking at me with its big stupid brown eyes.
“Lunch!” I yelled at it.
It hopped backwards another 3/4ths of a foot.
“That’s right!” I said, coming upon an idea. “I’m going to make you lunch! I’m hungry! Yum yum yum! Yummy squirrel!”
It just looked at me like I was the stupidest thing it had ever seen in the world.
“Move!” I said, waving my arms once again in the air.
It hopped over to the side another 6 inches or so and cocked its head again. Its little front paws twitched a little.
“I’m going through now! And you can’t stop me! Lunch!” I said, adding on the “lunch” for emphasis. It hopped backwards another inch and continued to stare at me, as though I were a nifty new toy it had just happened upon.
“This is me going now!” I said loudly and exasperatedly, walking past it.
“Oh,” it seemed to say, with a backwards twitch of its tail. It jumped on the small tree that was beside the path, but only went up an arm’s length before poking its head back around to look at me curiously.
“Yes! I am still here! Lunch!” I squawked, throwing my arms in the air again for extra emphasis.
“Okay?” It seemed to say, blinking at me.
“I’m walking now! See me walking?” I said, taking a few steps forwards and looking back over my shoulder at it.
If squirrels could shrug their shoulders, I’m pretty sure that’s what it did then. Well, it was more like it shrugged its shoulders with a bewildered and confused look on its face.
I walked on thinking about the stupidity of the squirrels on my campus.
“You know,” I said, yelling back at it, where it still sat on the trunk of the tree, “if you went to my hometown, you’d be eaten before you even knew what had eaten you!”
There, that told it.
I walked along a bit more in the steaming noon sun of late July/early August Texas, before turning back once more to yell some more.
“You might be bigger than the gray squirrels at home, but they’re smarter!”
Wow, I never knew that I’d end up thinking of my hometown squirrels as smart. My mother tends to think of them as really furry rats. After all, they chewed through the siding of our house and got in our attic. And that was 3 kinds of hell trying to get them out, trust me.
*sigh*
I’m not at liberty to go into the specifics of why these last few weeks have sucked tremendously (minus seeing the Batman movie), but I can say for certain that they have . . . a lot. Actually, when I say “last few weeks,” it’s more like “last week and a half.” Ugh.
I have a friend who is critically ill and has just been diagnosed with transverse myelitis, following a heart attack that paralyzed her from the waist down and put her on a ventilator. She only has a 10% chance of getting her legs back (that’s how they phrased it), but scans of her body have indicated that she has blood clots in her brain.
Add that onto the fact that I had a dear and longtime friend die of stomach cancer on July 15th, and you have some concept of how I’m doing.
Plus, on my last Stats 2 test, I made a 55. Now, he’s sort of a lenient grader; being that his philosophy for summer classes is that since you only have 3 days to learn a concept, it’s okay if you come in and make a 50; that’s 50% more than what you knew the week before. Well, that’s a nice philosophy, but it still feels like someone kicked me down a flight of stairs and told me to have fun when I land. Then again, the highest that anyone made on that test was 75, so that’s something. We all stink. *rolls eyes*
And of course, I have another test tomorrow. Want to see the formula for our main problem???
*stretches* Oh this should be interesting. I wonder if I can fit it all in here. More importantly, I wonder if I can find the symbols to make it all work the way that it’s supposed to.
F = (DFN, DFD) =
MSB = SSB/DFB
MSW = SSW/DFW =
n1(xbar-xbar.)² + n2(xbar-xbar.)² + n3(xbar-xbar.)²
_____________________K-1________________________
(n1-1)S1² + (n2-1)S2² + (n3-1)S3²
N-K
I say xbar, because it’s an x with a line over it, but I can’t find that symbol online without some more extensive research . . . and I just don’t feel like it. Heh. This is partially to show you the insanity of my life and partially to study with. *snorts*
That’s the problem. No joke. Now, it’s looks pretty scary, but it’s not really that bad. It’s a bit tedious, but then again, you’re talking to the girl who used to sit in her floor with her teddy bears, and play pickup sticks with them just so she could add up columns of numbers for hours on end.
What you do to compute it is first swap out the letters with the numbers that those letters represent. For instance, K = # of groups, and N = # of total samples. Not bad, right? All that n1, n2, n3 crap is just a way of differentiating between group 1, 2, 3 etc. S1² works the same way. S is just referring to the standard deviation between the numbers in that particular group. The 1 just explains which group we’re looking at.
S² can be found by one of two methods. If you know your Sum of Squares Total, then you can just take that and divide it by n-1.
S² = SST
____n-1
Otherwise, you gotta do the longer version, which looks like this:
Ʃ(x-xbar)²
n-1
And really, that’s not so bad. That little E looking thing just means “the sum of.” “n” refers to the sample size. So if you have 5 participants in a study, then n = 5. That’s all.
xbar is just the average of the numbers in that particular group. So:
If Group 1 has these resultant figures:
1, 2 and 3, then xbar would be 2, because 1+2+3 = 6, and 6÷3 = 2.
Anyways, I can feel your eyeballs oozing out of your heads, so I’ll stop now. Besides, it’s bedtime. 
To me, entertainment is being able to come away from something, wishing that it were real. As opposed to coming away from it thanking god that it’s not.
As in, I wish I could meet that person. Or I wish I could go there. Or I wish I could do that. Or I wish that I could do that for a living. I wish that was possible. I could go on and on, but I’d have to get into more specifics than I prefer at the moment.
Something along those lines.
Yet another reason why we shouldn’t always get what we want. I mean, can you imagine???
I like the concept of Jurassic Park. And I liked the characters, especially Dr. Alan Grant. I mean, how much more groovy can you be? He was cool before he even stepped onto the island of Jurassic Park. And how awesome would it be to see real, live dinosaurs. Holy giant piles of dino crap!
Then again, half of the characters in that movie end up dead, maimed or fried . . . How do you know that you wouldn’t be part of the dead ones???
Speaking of Sam Neill, I also liked Event Horizon. As one reviewer [correctly (in my opinion)] put it:
“Event Horizon is one of those films that should be ranked among the classics of it’s genre yet has somehow fallen by the wayside to be revered by movie geeks and horror aficionados but ultimately ignored by the mainstream.”
However, I like it for completely different reasons. I don’t particularly like Dr. Weir (Sam Neill’s character) either. He kind of bugs the hell out of me, for the most part. He’s out, but he’s in, you dig? I doubt it; let me explain. I guess if I were ever to be part of a military group, I’d feel the same way about civilians. Maybe it’s because so many marching bands are set up in a militaristic fashion that I feel the way that I do.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it, yet I remember that Dr. Weir(d) is the one that the ship wants, because he’s the ship’s creator?? That’s the part I’m a bit fuzzy on now. But why else would the ship want him? Oh, did I mention that the ship is evil? And it picked up that evilness from going beyond the dimensions of our world and into someplace else. Okay, so even if I had to be the original crew of that ship and end up dying a horrible death (another unpleasantness of realness), I’d still have a chance to go beyond the edges of the universe or the edges of our plane of existence, and see what’s beyond that. And then get slaughtered in a horrible fashion for that knowledge. But hey, you can’t make an omelet without . . . yeah. But wouldn’t it still be cool to see beyond our dimension??? Even just for a moment?
Or be Dr. Weir and get to talk to the creature/consciousness that now inhabits the ship? Sure, ’cause you sure as hell wouldn’t want to be those other guys. The ones who also die horrible deaths? Oh, but they get to be tortured by images of their loved ones first.
Okay, let’s see me do some proportional statistics. Hell, I’m taking Stats 2 for the fun of it. Well, that and as a student assistant, I’d lose my job otherwise. But it is voluntary in the sense that it’s not required for my degree. However, it is potentially an extremely useful class to have under my belt, in terms of my degree, so I think I can forgo the fear of wasting money (and time).
Proportions are exceedingly easy. At least at first. And that’s the part I’m referring to, so hey whatever. Okay, so on the Event Horizon page that I referred to above (on IMDB), there are 14 cast members. However, of them, only 12 or so really existed. With proportions, all you do is divide your number of whatever by the total number of whatever.
Example:
1 Dr. Weir
12 (all told) = .083 (the 3’s go to ∞ (infinity) btw, so for sanity’s sake, we just round to decimal points . . . usually) or .08
Now here’s something I never learned in all my years of wonderful schooling. *she sarcastically says* I never figured out how to do percentages. It took me until the summer after my first year of graduate school to learn how to do them. But no fear; I got ‘em now.
All you do is move the decimal point 2 numerals to the right, making .08 into 08.
And 08. is simply 8% in the world of percentages. So you know what that means, friends and neighbors?
If I’m remembering correctly that everyone dies in that movie (btw, side note, why is it on a TV show, but in a movie???), then only 8% of them survives. What are your chances that you’ll end up in the 8% percent??? Oh but I hear you now. You’re saying to yourself that, how do I know it’s only 8%? What if that one dude, what’s his face, actually survived???
*cracks knuckles* Glad you asked.
1 Dr. Weir, p = 1/12 = .083, about 8%;
q (everything else)= 1 - p, thus 1 - .083 = .917
p ± 1.96√pq
n (total number)
The 1.96 has to do with something that it would take a really long time for me to explain, but I could if I really had to do it. For now, just trust me that it’s legit. It’s what allows me to say that I can be 95% confident that the numbers I’m about to create are in fact legit.
.083 ± 1.96√(.083)(.917)/12
.083 * .917 = .076111
√.076111 = .275882 (etc.)
1.96 * .275882 = .54072872
.54072872 = .045 (etc.)
12
.083 + .045 = .128 or .13
.083 - .045 = .038 or .04
So I am 95% certain that your chances of dying in Event Horizon would be between 4% and 13%. Or as I said before, 8%, but now I say with 95% confidence that you have an 8% chance of dying as character in Event Horizon, give or take 4.5%.
There.
And might I remind you, friends and neighbors, every math teacher that I ever got between 7th and 12th grade thought that I was number illiterate? Not to mention a waste of their time. Well, I say every one of them, but there was an exception. 11th grade. But that’s another story.
Like the before mentioned movies, Batman: The Dark Knight hits me just right. Not only does the concept of Batman hit me just right, but so does the genius of the Joker and his insane, talented genius. Unfortunately, insane and talented geniuses do live here in the real world, but only technically. They are certainly not in the real world inside their own minds . . . BTW, you really gotta check out that site. I like it so much, I even donated money to it. And I just don’t do that!
I saw the movie this past Friday (and yes, it took me until two days later to write about it). I wanted to wait until I totally had it in my head like I wanted before I opened myself up to new opinions. You probably don’t understand the extent to which I’m taking this. I haven’t even read a single review of it yet, and I’ve already seen it! The only thing I know is that people seem to like it.
And I know why.
This may be one of the best movies . . . I’ve ever seen. Top 5 easy. Of course, if you look at the previous two I’ve mentioned, it may be possible that my standards aren’t that high when it comes to movies. Then again, as I also said above, what I’m looking for is pure entertainment. I want to see a world that would be amazing to exist in, for the events and people and potential it has for making things happen. But ultimately, I know it’s not real.
That’s the point. It’s not real. I can say to myself that even though the Joker just did ____verb____ to ____pronoun____, it didn’t actually hurt them, because it didn’t actually happen. More than that, I can remember that fact and I can believe it. Now, true, there are times that I find myself sucked in, and find that it’s harder to separate what’s happening from true existence. However, in those times I still know that it’s just a story. A really FRICKIN’ awesome story, but yes, it is just a story.
Heath Ledger did an amazing job. Christian Bale rocked as usual (anyone ever see Reign of Fire? Nifty idea - kinda thin on the acting - or rather the script - but nifty idea). Jonathan and Christopher Nolan did an even more amazing job though, putting it all together. See, they know what makes these guys tick. They understand the psychology of Batman and the Joker and _____villainous pronoun_____.
And what I said before about being sucked in? Don’t let me mislead you about the potential to be sucked in. You will be sucked in from the very beginning. There are just deeper levels to the - ah - suckage. *laughs* Or rather, the depths to which the movie pulls you into. If Batman Begins buried you, then Batman: The Dark Knight will push you out to China . . . *whistles innocently*
I know my friends probably get sick of hearing about Batman. Apparently I talk about him more than I realize, since people have now started to give me random Batman memorabilia that they just happened to see while out shopping. *scratches head* It’s cool.
However, I have now redeemed myself. I dragged two of my friends with me to this movie and we all walked away from it amazed and in awe. Actually, I limped away from it, because apparently I was tensed up with adrenaline/fear/awe for like 2 and a half hours without realizing it; because when I tried to bend my knees afterwards, um, they wouldn’t. In fact, even though it was 2 and a half hours long, it didn’t feel like it. It felt like only half an hour had passed, even though it was the most jam packed half an hour I’ve ever had in my life.
I would see it again in a heartbeat and I’ve already signed up to be notified when it is released on DVD. I wish it was already available though, or that we could pre-order for it; since I probably won’t have any cash to my name when that time comes around. *growls*
I think that part of it that allowed me to separate myself from getting too freaked out by it was the utter lack of blood. You never see the bloody bit happen. You know that they do, but either it happens off-screen, or it happens and the shot changes from the front to the back. It doesn’t make it any less realistic, but it allows me to enjoy it more completely and not actually gag/cringe/close my eyes/shriek girlishly/grab the person sitting next to me/wet myself/wet the person sitting next to me . . . etc.
This is what makes Batman Batman. It’s intelligent. It’s thought provoking (seriously, I’m still thinking about some of the concepts it brought up). It’s exciting. It’s fun. It’s thrilling. Dark. Mysterious. Breathtaking. Humorous. Bone chilling. Intriguing. Exhilarating. Surprising.
In a word: Amazing.
Speaking of blood, there’s more blood in the 1989 version of Batman than there is in this movie. I mean, we’re talking nada.
Batman isn’t just some guy who kicks the butts of those who do evil. He’s much more. He’s skilled. He’s smart. He thinks a lot. He’s fairly obsessed. More than that though, he has a conscience. He’s very aware of the seriousness of death. His emotions are real, if not his existence. If Batman ran for president? Wow. Not these clowns. We’ve got nothing compared to him. We have nothing that compares to his treatment of humanity.
If I could write (and get an answer) the presidential candidates, my first question would be: “What’s your opinion of how a president should treat humanity?” Not how they should treat US citizens, or the rich/poor etc.; but I want to know what they think of how one should treat humanity?
I mean, No Child Left Behind has been a great success. *rolls eyes and holds nose* I think what we need now is a president that will guarantee the safety of all of the children in the schools of the US. So what if test scores drop? I wouldn’t give a damn about scores if I knew that the kids graduating from today’s schools were doing it with a better understanding of how to treat each other with respect and acceptance.
How’s that for a platform??? What good are scores when the rates of death and violence continue to rise in the under 18 category of school age victims? Sure they’re just kids now, but mean kids grow up into, yup, mean adults. I know some of them.
Some of them turned into math teachers.
You know why I gained an interest in psychological topics? It’s because no one was interested in mine. I was either too “sensitive,” or I was “overreacting.” I also got the “hypochondriac” statements thrown in at a pretty high frequency. That, or I was “attention seeking.” Also, apparently my pain tolerance is “very low,” since everyone can take much more and have experienced much more than I apparently will ever do in my entire life.
Even though I am willing to bet I’ve experienced more in the 3 years of middle school than most people experience in a lifetime.
Just a thought I had.
I was extremely suicidal at one point in my life, enough to actually seek out the services of a counselor.
You wanna know what he told me?
He told me I seemed fine and that I was probably just bored from vacation.
In other words, “stop wasting my time and let me actually deal with the people who really need help.”
That’s right, because nothing I do and nothing I experience is real and everyone knows what it feels like to have my nerve endings better than I do. Even though I’ve had a front row seat for the past 24 years. Go ahead and tell me how rough you’ve had it in your life and how minuscule my own difficulties are.
Please go ahead and do that. I’m feeling the need to bruise my knuckles on somebody’s face. Want to be that one?
Gotta love being the youngest in a family. Your experiences are worth shite.
I mean, what makes you real and me not?
People tell me, “never say that you can’t do something.” I don’t have to. They have already said it for me. Thanks. One less thing to do today.
Ever wonder why people self-injure? There are many reasons. One is because they feel numb to all sensations, and they need that adrenaline kick that says “yes, you are real.” You know why they need that? Because they’ve been told all their lives that what they feel isn’t real and even if it was, it’s certainly not important.
Do people overreact? Yes.
Should you make them feel like shite for it?
They say that people on the spectrum have ToM problems. Theory of Mind. Yes I linked Wikipedia. I also read it. I suggest that if you are unfamiliar with this concept, you should read it as well. I would particularly like to point out one particular phrase:
Being able to attribute mental states to others and understanding them as causes of behavior means, in part, that one must be able to conceive of the mind as a “generator of representations”[3][4] and
to understand that others’ mental representations of the world do not necessarily reflect reality and can be different from one’s own.
They say that people on the spectrum can’t understand that other people don’t think the same way that they do. I don’t think that’s a spectrum trait. I think it’s a human trait.
I also think that we are often, in some ways, more aware of the mental states of NTs than they are of ours. They are just as guilty, if not moreso, for failing to employ this premise with their day to day interactions as we are.
The Golden Rule states “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
Now, I believe in a form of universal consciousness. After all, why do people all decide to go to the gas station one time? I mean, I worked at a gas station for 6 months last year. You’d be on a shift that was going pretty slow, relatively speaking, and then without apparent cause or relationship, you’d be swamped.
That said, I don’t believe that you should treat people exactly as you wish to be treated; rather I believe that “you should treat people as they wish to be treated.” All I did was change one word. That’s it. But no. Everyone thinks the same. Everyone experiences everything the same.
And if they did that when they were your age, and they survived? Then by god, it wasn’t that bad. After all, nowadays people live indoors, wear shoes and have all of that technology crap.
And if you ever read this, Michael Savage, I want to let you know something. I was rather perturbed at your statements that you made on the air about your opinion on autism and me and mine.
Then I had a thought.
If you don’t want to believe in me, then I don’t have to believe in you. *shrugs*
There is no such thing as Michael Savage. Sure, he might be a person. But he’s not real. I don’t believe in him. Therefore, he doesn’t exist. Neither do his opinions.
See how logical my argument is?
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