xkcd

xkcd is an awesome webcomic. For those of you who don't know it, check it out: http://www.xkcd.com/

Here are some of the best ones, with my comments below each one:

I've tried this once (I increased the probability tenfold by asking for a number between 1 and 10 instead of 1 and 100), and it didn't work. I will try it on different people for a while until it works.

When I see one of those things, I always want to point out that they have actually written in the space already just by telling us not to. Hypocrisy!

Even I think those instructions on test papers are too pedantic, and I'm so pedantic I could be elected President of the Pedantic Party.

It is comics like this that make me wish I were better with computers.

Yes, I noticed. As I have very few friends within a 300-mile radius, and live in a boring little village where all three of the shops close at 9pm and there is absolutely nothing else to do, I am spending my free time reading a good book. Problem with that? No? Good.

"Conversation" is a very long word. How do you spell it? Haha, you're wrong! It's "I-T"!

I have searched for "how to perform a Brazilian voodoo exorcism", just in the interest of science. The Mediator books don't go into detail. (If you're interested, nothing relevant came up on the first page of the Google search results, so I assume nobody has ever thought to publish that information on the internet. Why, it's a tragedy!)

I wish I had that power so I could pwn the next person who comes up to me and is all, "Do you have Twitter? Why not? It's fun. You can do such-and-such..." Sorry, but I stand by what I always say: the only time I ever seem to hear these sites mentioned in conversation is in the context of "someone did something so horrible today on MSN/Facebook/Twitter..." I do not have Twitter for the same reason I do not choose to go on holiday to Helmand province.

I've tried this. I said to my mother, "Mum, this pen's photoshopped," and she asked me what the hell "photoshopped" means. Yeah, my mother isn't exactly knowledgable about technology.

I've never actually ran up the down escalator. I'm paranoid enough when using the escalators properly - I always worry that I'll step on the crack between two steps, and when one moves up and one moves down, I'll fall over. Maybe this is where the "don't step on the cracks" superstition came from.

That's not the way to do it! You keep some hand sanitiser in your bag/pocket and use it every time you touch something potentially unhygienic. It's so much more convenient.

So you think you know what I'm thinking

That is my blog URL. In this post, I will tell you why I chose this URL (apart from the fact that most of the ones I tried were already taken).

I get very annoyed when people are arrogant enough to assume that they are perfectly aware of all the contents of my brain. A prime example of this is the headmistress at my school, who once accused me of being a narcissist. I almost walked right out of that office. How dare she make such an offensive and erroneous statement? This remark needs some context, of course...the discussion we were having was about my "school phobia" due to the fact that most of the student population at my school seem to have nothing better to do than pick on me all the live-long day. Excuse me, but I don't think it's acceptable that ANYONE should be afraid to walk down the corridor for fear of being tripped up, pushed, insulted, or otherwise abused by a mob of evil, mean-spirited, co-dependant, insecure little tossers. I fail to see how this means I have a "superiority complex". Contrary to the impression many people seem to have of me, I care very much about others. Every day, I see people treat each other in the most appalling ways, ways in which I would never treat a fellow human being...yet somehow I'M the one who gets labelled as an uncaring, unfeeling, self-centred narcissist?! This is where the title of this post comes in. The complete sentence is: "So you think you know what I'm thinking...well, you're most likely very wrong."

I realise this post may seem rather bitter and negative. But it had to be said. I will try to make my next post more positive and uplifting, though I can't promise anything (I don't make promises unless I'm at least 95% certain I can keep them).

So I'm starting a blog...

Hello,

My name is Gina and I am currently 14 years and 4 months old. I live in England, and I have Asperger's syndrome (AS), which (for those of you who don't know) is an autistic spectrum disorder that causes problems with social and communication skills (among other things, such as sensory issues, but those are the major things). If you want to know more about the condition, get on Wrong Planet (http://www.wrongplanet.net), which is a fabulous website that helps me a lot. I will probably say more on the subject of AS in this blog.

I am new to blogging, and I'm not quite sure how all of this goes at the moment, so bear with me.

I'm not sure what sort of stuff I'll be posting in this blog. Probably random rants about stuff that annoys me (and the world can be an annoying place for someone like me), and comments on stuff in the news.

So yeah. Welcome to my blog.

Bye for now,

Gina