Year of the Monkey

Tomorrow marks the beginning of the Year of the Monkey in the Chinese astrological calendar. On the 20th of January it will be a year since I began corresponding with someone to whom this is of particular interest, with whom I’ve travelled for days, spoken until my phone battery died, had week-long e-mail conversations and hours-long face-to-face discussions, and with whom I’ve had little meaningful contact for several months despite my best efforts to the contrary.

Discretion being the better part of weblogging, I think I’ve said enough for now.

Asperger

Ascribing anything more than interest to a test like the Autism-Spectrum Quotient is sheer fallacy. However, sufficient interest–particularly that generated by a high score–can lead to further investigation of things like Asperger Syndrome.

Enough with the neutral phrasing. I’m hardly a hypochondriac–if anything, I may be a hyperchondriac–but I see more than casual similarities in myself to descriptions of AS individuals.

I’m thinking of this tonight after seeing a local production of CBC’s readings of A Christmas Carol, featuring Sirens, in Port Stanley. A particular person who tried this evening to continue a conversation we’d started on Friday (among other things) can anecdotally confirm certain aspects, as could others at the party after the performance and the three or four people who read this weblog. (One of my own supporting anecdotes is that I chose to go to the performance over a much more social event, my company’s Christmas party… not that I wouldn’t have made that choice anyway, because I’ll take a Sirens event over just about anything else you can name.)

I’m not running around flailing my arms in the air in my concern over this perception; I’m somewhat interested in obtaining a diagnosis either way, just to know, but it’s not an overwhelming desire. If, as it’s been said, AS individuals have a dash of Autism, I think it’s fair to say I have at least a dash of AS; and if I’ve made it through mumble mumble years so far I’m sure I can go many more.

Blame where it’s due

I’ve had Andrew Clover’s IE parasite detector installed on this site for quite a while. IE is notoriously susceptible to security flaws: it leaves itself open to all sorts of exploits and hacks by downloading and installing malicious software at the drop of a hat without a user’s knowledge. So in the interests of being a good net citizen–and to help debug this problem–I put it on sirens3.com a few days ago.

For the record: I have never, nor will I ever, put spyware, malware, or any other remotely shady piece of code on any website.

Today I got my first angry e-mail. The person accused me of installing a piece of spyware that I’ve never even heard of, which was actually just found by the parasite detection script. I explained, hopefully clearly, my position on spyware and that I will never be a party to its use; I haven’t received a response yet. But this negative feedback has put me in something of a moral bind: do I remove it from the site and let people who are infected go on their merry way, or do I do the ethical thing and leave it but risk having Sirens’ reputation damaged through similar misunderstandings?

Stating it like that, I think there’s only one choice.

Mr. Match

Since I’m just plain sick of thinking up post titles, I’m gonna follow Emm’s lead and use lyrics when I’m stuck. Hey, maybe she’ll notice the traffic and offer me a job as her bass player or something.

Hey Emm… you could do a whole lot worse….

Hulk smash

How bad is this: I finally tracked down a problem some IE users were having with sirens3.com, and discovered that it’s caused by code I put on the site to work around other IE deficiencies.

For those who care, the problem seems to be related to using ECMAScript to traverse and modify the DOM. There are vague references to this all over the ‘net–the symptom is that IE will load a page, then pop up an error dialog reading Internet Explorer cannot open the Internet site http://example.com. Operation aborted.–but nothing in the way of official confirmation, or even acknowledgement, of the issue by Microsoft.

There is something resembling unofficial confirmation in a Microsoft Web Team Q&A from 2001:

Although we don’t fully understand the reason behind the error you are seeing… calling setTimeout to force the document update to occur after the onreadystate event handler has exited resolves the problem. This behavior is probably because you are modifying the document from within the onreadystate event handler.

Jungle life

Earlier today I talked to some people at work who made me feel like I was getting old. Then I talked to someone else my age and realized I’m just weird… which I’ve always suspected anyway.

The topic of conversation was this: over the weekend I turned on commercial radio for the first time in a long time. It was one of those named oldies stations that seem to be the rage right now… Dave, or Bob, or Attila, or whatever. One of the first songs to come on was—get this—a remix of Tarzan Boy, by Baltimora. When I told the youngsters about this, they looked at me like I’d just grown hair.

You’ve never heard of Tarzan Boy‽ That was out in 1985! When you were… oh, right. Well, do you remember the Listerine commercial from a couple of years ago where the bottle is swinging on a vine through the jungle? No? Umm… Hey Barry, you must remember Tarzan Boy! By Baltimora?

I turned to the other guy in the group of similar age.

Come on, Barry, you’ve heard it… Woody Boogie? Oh come on, next you’re going to tell me you’ve never heard of Pac-Man Fever either. Oh man, you’re killing me… the album sleeve had patterns for the game? It was huge, guys, honestly! There was a song about Berzerk, and Defender….

Fortunately at this point one of the group took pity on me and admitted to having owned an Atari 2600; Defender was one of his favourite games… when he was 5.

Sheesh.

Tomorrow they’re all getting an education. I’m bringing in my copies of Living in the Background (the Baltimora album) and Pac-Man Fever. Classic music like that must be passed on through the generations.

Jungle life
You’re far away from nothing
It’s all right
You won’t miss home
Take a chance
Leave everything behind you
Come and join me
Won’t be sorry
It’s easy to survive