Sunday, November 29, 2009

Autism Spectrum Quotient

I am tired. Tired of all the nonesense, of the preaching and of what you call self victimization. So I wound up searching and buffing up the defence for my condition. Not that I want to show you were wrong, but to prove for my own peace of mind that I was right about it. I am talking about my Asperger's syndrome. 


I came across a test devised by a Cambridge Psychologist named Simon Baron-Cohen, for the Autism Spectrum Quotient (you can find the test here).


And here are the results we have all been waiting for: (drum roll please)


The test assesses five different areas. Autistic-like responses will show poor social skill, attention switching, communication and imagination, and an exaggerated attention to detail. In other words, geekiness. You scored 32. The ranking below provides some idea of where that AQ fits in.

Score



32 - 50


Scores over 32 are generally taken to indicate Asperger's Syndrome or high-functioning autism, with more than 34 an "extreme" score.
  
31

  
30

  
29

  
28

  
27

  
26

  
25

  
24
Average math contest winner
  
23

  
22

  
21
Average male or female computer scientist
  
20

  
19
Average male scientist, and average male or female physicist
  
18
Average man
  
17
Average female scientist
  
16

  
15
Average woman, and average male or female biologist
  
14

  
13



0 - 12



Wednesday, November 25, 2009

I Have a Dream - ABBA

Really missed this song.


Thursday, November 19, 2009

A knight’s death

Fresh out of the oven. :) Enjoy.




A knight’s death

Full moon – hidden
Behind the dark clouds;
The knight rests here, a place forbidden,
Wounded, under a blood red shroud…

Feeling the scorpion’s sting
And its venom coursing through his veins;
Hearing the flutter of an angel’s wings
As it flees from the darkness’ reign.
……………
Elsewhere, a flowing shade
Rushes through the trees,
The silhouette of the young maid
Looking for the one whose soul flees,

Her crystal crown
Askew on her head,
Her burgundy gown
Tearing as she sped.
……………
In the black pitch,
By the light of embers,
The venom making his muscles twitch,
He lays and remembers

Her sandy locks
Her grey blue eyes,
Ever slyer than a fox’,
(Oh, sight sent by the skies)

Her sweet smile,
Her perfect skin…
Although he’d known her for a while,
He’d never met the soul within.

A Fury by nature, a Nymph by name;
For her, he damned himself,
For her smile, he lit the flame.
And, yet, he long remained but a memory on a shelf.
……………
She hopes she makes it in time…
‘Damned be the treason and damn be the plot!
God, let me make it before the bell’s last chime!
A curse upon thee, father, and upon your whole lot!’
……………
‘I lay here, in my darkest hour…’
He manage to utter, drawing his last breath,
‘Let not my life be a blue flower
Withering as I’m nearing to my death…

Now, the fire’s ablaze,
And my kingdom’s turned to dust.
But I long for the days
My soul wasn’t covered with rust…

At last you came, my dear…
Speak not and let not a tear be shed,
Because there is nothing to fear…
In death, nothing is to dread.’
……………
‘And, yet, it feels like a nightmare…
I fear for your doom.’
A single crystal tear dropped by an ember’s flare.
‘May it light your tomb.’
……………
After the accursed deed,
He sealed his fate:
His heart to forever bleed,
As he’ll guard Hell’s Gate.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Laz Buhmann's Speech to the classs of 97

I think it is about time I posted this one. Laz Buhmann's Speech to the class of 97.

Friday, September 11, 2009

WTF

Since when does a tragedy become a national holiday? I just ran into this pic and it looks to me, no matter what happened (be it conspiracy or not), that people forget about who really got hurt.



Goddamnit people, get a grip and show a little compassion.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

From Amsterdam with love (Germany pt. 1)

A little glimpse of my life, other than politics and rants about social interaction. I'm back from my aunt's place in Neuss, Germany (near Dusseldorf). It was an nice vacation, but, unfortunately, it was with a pair of geezers :)).
enjoy the photos

On the plane going there


Amsterdam Pics






At Amsterdam's Madame Tussaud's






















Saturday, August 8, 2009

Emilie Autumn - By the Sword

I am falling in love with her music.

Emilie Autumn - By the Sword

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Emilie Autumn - The Art of Suicide

The name says it all.

The Art of Suicide

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

A thing of beauty

No, this is not by John Keats. You can find that here.



A thing of beauty

A thing of beauty
Could not easily pass…
Even an angel’s smile
It could surpass.

A frail rose, a white dove,
Eternal beauty…
Symbols of endless love…
Protecting them is your duty.

Red lightning, bright light,
Candles in the wind…
Signs of redemption
For all those who sinned.

Though threatened by visions of demons,
Shadowed by the cloak of death,
Thou shall never die…
Love has not given its last breath.

Remember…
At Dawn’s first chime,
Both Love and Hate were created.
Equal in strength, they endured throughout time.

God and Satan
Over a human’s heart fought,
To destroy one or another.
It was all for naught.

None prevailed,
For both still endure…
Now make your choice,
Your heart is still pure.

A thing of beauty,
One with an angel’s face,
Touched by
God’s overwhelming grace…

Is you!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Poem

I still haven't found a suitable name for this one. I just call it what it is, but accept alternate titles for it. Enjoy.



Poem

I've been blessed…
For such a sweet sight
Would make even
An angel’s delight.

An angel, however,
You are not…
For an angel
Is not easily forgot…

You are but
A rose of dust…
A wingless dove…
A soul of rust…

Yet, underneath,
Lies a light unseen
And a soul that’s not tarnished,
But of bright green…

Sunday, July 5, 2009

The Garden

Back again with an oldie. Enjoy.



The Garden

My soul was a garden
You were my rose.
For some time,
You were my sanity dose.

Storms came
And passed on by,
Still we sought each other.
We had our fates to defy.

To long had it been
Since roses last bloomed.
The garden turned
Into a lonely tomb.

Roses once resided here
Now angels do.

A couple of short ones...

As I have said in my previous post, I found some of my older poems. Here are a couple of short ones. Dulce venin and Free Spirit. The first one is one from the very begining. The second one from sometime in 2006...

Dulce venin

Dulce venin,
Gand senin.
Far' de chin,
In moarte traim.

Zambet amar,
Om cu har
Da in dar.
In moarte traim.

Multa credinta,
Cat cu putinta,
Sa ai, fiinta.
La viata venim.


Free Spirit

I want to dwell in the highest mountain,
To bathe in the deepest sea,
To drink from the purest fountain...
Foremost, I want to be free...

Living in the forests dark,
Shedding all my fears,
Hearin angels hark,
Or weeping all my tears.

Questions

I remembered I had a couple of poems stashed on another site. This is one of them. As you see, I was in a classic bitter-sweet mood. Enjoy



Questions

Could Hell ever forgive a sinner?
Could Heaven ever condemn a saint?
Could love ever kill a soul?
Could hatred ever give birth to happiness?

Would you be unfaithful to your soul mate?
Would you help those unknown to you?
Would you put them  out of their misery?
Would God pull you out of the deepest fires?

Should you forgive everyone that wrongs you?
Should you forget every unhappy moment?
Should you cry over dead love?
Should you learn from your past?

Too many questions…
Questions that trouble the heart…
Questions that torment the mind…
Too many questions for a weary soul...

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Papa Roach - Wanna Be Loved

It starts to feel like this song represents me. I need to listen to it a little more often.
For all you wrestling fans, you might recognize this one as the theme of one of the greatest shows. For all you other suckas:

PAPA ROACH - WANNA BE LOVED

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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Kid tries to figure out girls

ok. this one was recommended by a friend. and it is sooooo true. no offense, girls.

Asa sunt fetele