Me, Myself and Simon Baron-Cohen*

Another Photoshopped picture, another step closer to a restraining order.

(To all you Internet fad slaves astute readers who noticed: yes, I'm doing a Lynndie on him.)

In a series of short posts updating those of you still not brain-damaged enough to actually be reading this , I'll be bringing you up to speed on my consistently hilariously miserable life, before going on hiatus and exam lockdown (as well as finally explaining why I've been so crappy at blogging and keeping up with the blogs of you lovely people who still mysteriously care enough to visit me so often). First up in any account of my daily activities is my love affair OMG he's so handsome I want his babies professional relationship with Professor Simon Baron-Cohen, world-famous autism expert, scion of a famous showbiz family, and unfortunately for him, my dissertation supervisor.

Just yesterday I handed in my third-year dissertation, which was on one of the theories of origin of autism and dyslexia. (Funnily enough, one of my friends remarked since I started typing this dissertation she's noticed some of the symptoms of both autism and dyslexia in ME. Maybe it's got something to do with the fact that I started typing this dissertation 36 hours before the deadline. Losing that much sleep can't be good for you. Just ask the little green fairy sitting on my shoulder. --Editor)

Seriously though, writing up that dissertation really exposed me to the scientific method on a way that the past two years here didn't. True, it was mostly a caffeine-fuelled rush accompanied by nightmares of Simon Baron-Cohen cracking a whip behind me every time I fell asleep, but researching all those articles and getting a glimpse of the mudslinging that goes on even in respectable medical journals made me appreciate the huge, sometimes ridiculous, emphasis on science here. And, of course, the amount of people out there who dedicate their lives to research, knowing full well they will never get the credit they deserve, yet plugging on out of pure curiosity and drive (Professor Baron-Cohen himself included).

Next up: Thanks to a slightly misinformed TCS reporter, I go head to head with the entire Cambridge University School of Clinical Medicine! Call an ambulance, will ya?

*Ahaha seewhatIdidthere? The title of the post parodied 'Me Myself and Irene' which is a film about schizophrenia and Simon Baron-Cohen delivers lectures on schizophrenia which is funny, see? Mm? Yes? No? I can stuff what where? Oh damn you all!