Hello? Hello? Hello?

Does your phone sometimes ring, and when you pick it up there's silence (not even heavy breathing), and then whoever called just hangs up on you after a few seconds?

No, it's not a burglar seeing if you're at home. Well, probably not, anyway.

It's a telemarketing company, using an autodialer.

The dialer works its way through its list of numbers, and when someone answers, it attempts to connect them to a human telemarketer. If all of those humans are already on another call, the autodialer just hangs up.

Some telemarketers say that this hang-up, or "abandon", rate is only about five per cent - the dialers are configurable, to dial more or less aggressively when almost all of the humans are busy. But I can tell you that I get a heck of a lot more than one hang-up for every nineteen who have someone available to waste my time in person.

Hang-up calls do, of course, tarnish the otherwise sterling reputation of the telemarketing industry. But, one, many people don't know that hang-up calls are from telemarketers. And, two, hang-ups tarnish the whole industry's reputation in general, while the slightly higher number of successful connections that a telemarketing company gets if they crank their autodialer up to maximum speed translates directly into more profit for that company.

That's right, kids; this is a Tragedy of the Commons. When an action X exists which is harmful yet profitable, and the harm is spread over a large group but the profit accrues only to whoever does X, it is in everybody's interest to do X, even if they know exactly why they shouldn't.

Here in Australia, it appears that telemarketers don't even have to use outgoing phone numbers that're visible on Caller ID, My hang-up calls are always from numbers that just come up as "PRIVATE".

And I can't, of course, ask the weasels responsible to take my number off their list, because I don't get to talk to them!

Yes, the phone number here is on the Australian Do Not Call Register. That doesn't seem to have helped a lot.

Getting an actual unlisted number genuinely does seem to work, but that ain't free, and apparently has to come along with the same "silent number" Caller ID un-listing that the telemarketer source numbers use. I don't want that.

To be fair, this is still not a major problem. The small Australian phone-sales market (our whole 775-million-hectare country has about 10% more people in it than 14-million-hectare New York State) just doesn't seem to support a very large number of professional telephone nuisances. So even though this household has made the horrible mistake of giving money to some charities that know what our phone number is, we only get, I don't know, maybe three telephone solicitations a week - versus the dozens per day that've historically been suffered by the worst-affected US households.

And I can't remember ever getting a recorded-message "robocall", though I know they do exist here.

To be perfectly honest, I prefer hang-up calls to the kind where an actual human says "Hello, is this Mr [surname of my girlfriend, to whom I am not married and whose surname I do not share]?"

I keep forgetting to tell those people to take me off their list. I can't resist the urge to tell them, using a few by-now-carefully-honed words, that their salutation has given them away, then hang up immediately.

Still and all, though, my vote stands ready to be cast in favour of the first politician whose Law And Order Crusade aims at People Who're Using Autodiallers For Anything Other Than Old-School Hard-Core Hacking, rather than the more traditional target of People Who'd Like To Be Happy.

Inside the AMXD

A company called Omni Consumer Products Medical Systems makes a product called the Advanced Mission Extender Device, or AMXD, for military aerospace applications.

At a glance, you'd think such a thing might be an external fuel tank or something. But it's actually, as anybody who's been reading recent News of the Weird coverage already knows, a bag for fighter pilots and the like to wee in.

OK, fair enough. Both male and female military aviators may find themselves strapped firmly into a seat for many, many hours, and coming up with a thing that both sexes can pee in when necessary during those hours, other than a big squishy horrible adult nappy, is not an easy task.

And the result has been the AMXD, which apparently carries a price tag of $US2000 per unit.

I was interested to see what the USAF and other worthies were actually getting for their money, and was pleased to discover that the AMXD manual is available for free download (PDF here).

The AMXD is so much more than a mere pee-bottle or Texas catheter.

It has a rechargeable battery (with the option of AAA alkalines)! A liquid crystal display! An inflatable cup and a "Female Pad" that's half sanitary napkin, half vacuum-cleaner attachment!

It even comes with special underpants - and male users can choose boxers or briefs!

The AMXD truly is a device with which no military-equiment aficionado should be unfamiliar.

Read the manual now, so you'll know how to work it when someone adds it to Falcon 4.0 or X-Plane. Surplus units will obviously soon be a must for the real-time simmer!

Clap your hands to revive OLPC, children!

If you were waiting for a new Renaissance of software development and super-networked self-starting educational bootstrapping to spread across the Third World as a result of the OLPC program... well, now could be a good time to find yourself some beer, and then start crying into it.

Parts of what I wrote in One Laptop Per Me are still perfectly applicable. The other parts, in which I just sort of assumed that the OLPC people wouldn't turn the whole deal into one giant WTF, now seem less well-chosen.

Oh well.

If, on the other hand, you're a cheap-tech vulture who just wants to suck up an OLPC laptop or three for fifty bucks each, the apparent utter debacle that the OLPC program seems doomed to become can only mean a buggerload of shiny white-and-green mini-laptops will be swamping eBay any time now.

(No, they never did turn out to make different models for poor kids and rich Westerners. So if you buy an eBay OLPC that was stolen by the random dude chosen to take a truckload of laptops to some not-even-served-by-the-Post-Office outpost in Peru, nobody will be able to tell that your laptop was originally meant to be given to a poor little kid. You may still feel guilty about buying it, and I hope you do, but if all this is true, then it seems depressingly clear that no force on earth ever actually would have gotten that computer into the hands of its intended recipient. Some bastard's going to buy it on eBay. Might as well be you, I suppose.)

The above-linked essay by Ivan Krstic is just one ex-OLPC-employee ranting, so everything in it may be nonsense.

But unless the core claim in that essay - that OLPC is basically completely without a deployment department, so there's nobody to make sure the half-million laptops they've sent out actually get where they're meant to go and can be made to work when they get there - is fundamentally false, then pretty much the whole OLPC project is, as of now, dead as a stone.

(Oh, and you know that special security system that's meant to disable stolen XO-1s? it turns out that Ivan Krstic was the main architect for that system, yet does not mention it in his essay. Which suggests that he's not hopeful that it'll do anything in particular to actually prevent theft.)

And this isn't even mentioning the earlier problem, that the constructionist philosophy that the whole OLPC project is built around has never actually been shown to work on any significant scale. Constructionism sounds as if it ought to work, but nobody's done it yet.

(There's also some closed-source versus Free Software folderol, which in this case does have a bit more bite than usual, if only because the XO-1 laptop has a "View Source" button that's supposed to show you the source code for pretty much anything you're looking at. This makes the concept of a Windows XP XO-1 particularly poignant, but I agree with Krstic that this is hardly the central problem, particularly seeing as the XO-1's "Sugar" GUI is what the View Source button is meant to affect, and Sugar can unquestionably be made to run on Windows, somewhat like unto Windows 95 on DOS.)

Krstic goes on to describe OLPC as an impending "historical fuckup unparalleled in scale", which is a great exaggeration. If OLPC turns out to be an utter and unmitigated failure then I suppose it might perhaps just make it into the Top Twenty of information technology fuckups (here, from just the other day...), but I suspect it won't even be in the top couple of hundred of historical business debacles, let alone certain military fuckups I could name.

And all this doesn't, of course, mean that the computers-for-the-poor idea is forever doomed. There's a whole new wave of low-cost mini-laptops, headed by the Asus Eee PC, which was pretty much kicked off by the OLPC XO-1. I think it's quite likely that these new systems will leak out into the Third World in a year or three, when things like the original seven-inch Eee start to become bargain-basement items.

It is amazing what kids - even very young kids - can do with computers, whether or not those computers arrive covered with spiffy unproven constructivist gift-wrap. And wireless-enabled solid-state low-power-consumption systems suitable for use out in the boondocks will become cheaper and cheaper as the years go by.

And heck, OLPC isn't targeting only poorer nations; there's an independent OLPC office here in Australia, for instance.

But you can't expect even the most enterprising of schoolchildren to pull laptop charging stations out of their fundaments, figure out programming from first principles all by themselves, or go and catch the bad man who drove all of their laptops over the border and swapped 'em for a truckload of dope and vodka.

Can it really be true that OLPC just ignored these issues?!

(Slashdot discussion of the essay here. Much Free/Non-Free Software heat, not much light. Expect a gun-control thread to start about half-way down the page.)

Now do "Star Trek", Mr Mittens!

Yep, it's a cat playing a theremin (via).

[UPDATE: It's become a fad!]

This theremin has what sounds like a pretty nasty Stylophone sawtooth waveform, as opposed to the classic, more mellow, otherworldly-violin...

...but it's a theremin nonetheless.

Musical cats do not, of course, usually show any awareness that there's a connection between what they're doing and the noises that're being made. The cat walks down the piano because that's how you get to the windowsill; the cat plays the theremin because it enjoys bopping the interesting springy wire.

(Oo! Bill-Bailey-narrated theremin documentary {via}! See also the film documentary Theremin - An Electronic Odyssey.)

I'm In The Wrong Business of the day

On the subject of people believing imaginary stuff, did you know that it is possible to buy "haunted dolls" on eBay?

I knew that people occasionally sold allegedly-haunted paintings or dolls or whatever on eBay. Big deal; people sell all sorts of goofy crap there, now and then.

But "haunted dolls" appear to be becoming a mainstream product, now. There are more than a hundred of the darn things on ebay.com right now. And a "Completed Items" search shows that this isn't just some nutty seller who never gets a sale. People buy these things quite routinely, for average prices around $US30. Occasional outliers, with unusually florid all-caps gibberish in their descriptions and unusually blurry product shots, sell for more than a hundred bucks a doll.

Given that the dolls probably come from thrift stores and so cost close to nothing (old dolls are cheaper, and they look creepier! It's a win-win!), this looks like a pretty neat business to be in.

To realise your $US25-plus of profit per item, you do apparently need to write at least a thousand words describing all the creepy stuff each doll is supposed to do. But I'm sure a certain amount of copy-and-paste will pass unnoticed by the extremely sophisticated customers for these items. And it's not as if anybody daft enough to buy one in the first place is likely to demand a refund on the grounds that the doll they received is insufficiently imbued with otherworldly energies.

This is a pretty new market, though. I'm sure there's some room to optimise the business.

How about haunted rocks?

I mean, they're millions of years old; just imagine how much more haunty-ness they've soaked up over all that time!

Get 'em while they last!

The day I got cursed

While I was reading about the astounding inability of an Indian sorcerer to kill a skeptic with his magical powers, I thought about the time some nut at a party claimed to have eldritch magical powers, and I'd better look out or she'd curse me.

I invited her to do her worst.

It's been, I don't know, maybe fifteen years now, and I remain not noticeably more cursed than several other people who were there at the time.

Back there at the party, though, I was slightly worried.

I knew that curses weren't real, and that even if they were real this eighteen-year-old hippie-wannabe probably wasn't a very high-level magic user.

(And she also, like, totally wasn't paying attention to the Threefold Law! OMG!)

But I also know that monsters are not lurking in the dark. And yet, when I'm going for a walk in the middle of the night... I'm kind of worried about monsters.

Not muggers. Monsters.

Likewise, I wasn't really worried that the girl trying to curse me would decide to get the job done in a more straightforward way, by stabbing me or cutting my car's brake lines or something.

No, I was worried that Everything I Knew Might Be Wrong, and that her wiggly fingers and fixed stare were, against all reason, actually cursing me.

(If I'd been Sanal Edamaruku, the Indian rationalist with the evil magician dancing around him lighting fires and sprinkling water, I would have had more grounds for concern about mundane physical attacks. There are any number of ways you could poison someone while performing these sorts of rituals, for instance. So I'd want to be pretty sure that my "attacker" had enough faith in his powers to not feel any need to help 'em along.)

I worry about curses and monsters because, of course, I have an active imagination. Nature, nurture, continued consumption of appropriate entertainment products... for one reason or another, I'm good at making stuff up.

Take this too far and you can end up going a bit strange, but it's my belief that a solid dose of imagination is a very useful thing to have, even if it does leave you more concerned about things that go bump in the night than you ought to be.

Good old-fashioned imagination seems to be in disturbingly short supply these days, and people are suffering for the lack of it.

Most kids seem to be very good at imagination, but if you don't exercise your imagination, it'll atrophy just like anything else. You have to keep... imagining. Reading helps, but reading Newsweek does not help nearly as much as reading Analog.

If your imagination has atrophied, it seems to be the case that you'll slowly forget what it's even like to imagine something. By itself, this is just sad. But it's also dangerous, because every now and then you'll still find yourself imagining stuff, without realising that's what you're doing.

Perhaps it'll happen because you're drunk, or over-tired, or on nitrous at the dentist. Perhaps you'll just have a little burp of creativity, despite your best efforts to think about nothing but real estate prices and the next election. However it occurs, you'll be so unprepared for it, so un-used to having strange and unusual thoughts, that you'll assume whatever you've just imagined must really be happening.

And this, I theorise, is how people become convinced that Jehovah really has impressed an image of Jesus in a tortilla, or that their new $200 audiophile power cord really does make a difference to the sound of their hi-fi, or that there really are ghosts in that creaky old house. Or any number of much more dangerous things.

I don't think people reach these conclusions because they're crazy. I think they reach them because they're excessively sane, no longer possessing a mental immune system sufficiently sensitised to fantasy to recognise it when it comes along.

Someone who's been raised in a sterile bubble to protect them from illness will be easy prey for any germ that manages to penetrate the plastic. And people who've expelled all fictional foolishness from their minds can, just as paradoxically, end up believing far more ridiculous things than those of us who are completely ready for the inevitable zombie/alien/robot apocalypse, or can tell you exactly what a B'omarr Monk is without looking it up, or who dress up as orcs and wizards on the weekend.

But wait! There's more!

Just when I thought that the guy who

1: threatened to sue me when I cancelled his eBay listings which featured pictures ripped off from my review of the ETime Home Endoscope
2: declared that it didn't matter, because the endoscopes "break down all the time" so he didn't care about not being able to sell them
3: cussed me out in comments on that post, registering two abusively-named commenter accounts to do so
4: created a whole BLOG dedicated to abusing me, the regrettably-no-longer-existent dansdataisanarrogantwanker.blogspot.com
5: took pictures of himself sticking the ETime product up his bare bottom (NSFW picture archived here!), text in which declared "This is Dan testing out the new pencam! I love it up my ass!"
6: then gave up and actually took his own damn pictures of the product in question like he should have in the first place, for some reason now not featuring his bare bottom, and resumed selling ETime products on eBay as if nothing had happened

had ceased to provide me with amusement, this turned up:

From: Wayne
To: Dan <dan@dansdata.com>
Subject: advertising

Dan,
I hope to put the past behind and ask how much it would cost to advertise our ehe pencams listings on your pencam review page?
( link to our ebay store )
http://stores.ebay.com/endoscopes-endoscopy-borescopes

I can pay by paypal.com

Please advise

Sincerely,
Wayne

Well, gee, I don't know.

What do you think, faithful readers? Does Wayne strike you as the kind of solid, ethical businessman I should be advertising?

I mean, you'd all be fine with buying stuff from him, right?

Words of wisdom from my favourite lunatic

Exactly once in my life so far, I have met someone who seemed to be certifiably bonkers, and talked to him about his beliefs, and then actually witnessed him changing his mind.

(The fellow in question thought, among other things, that Chinese tanks were massing on the Mexican border, a charmingly antiquated piece of nuttery which really doesn't hold up well at all these days. When he thought about it a bit, apparently for the first time in his life, he agreed that this really couldn't be right. And the conversation actually got better from there!)

I had nothing better to do while we were waiting for the bus that day, but I still wish I hadn't bothered to talk to that man. Because that tiny success ignited within me a spark of hope that other people who seem on the surface to be completely batty can, in fact, be talked to in a rational way, and perhaps thereby pulled a little closer to consensus reality, nearness to which is strongly correlated with life-enhancing experiences like not waking up naked in an alley, or not shooting John Lennon.

In every single subsequent conversation with those of a psychoceramic persuasion I have, however, been utterly unsuccessful in changing anybody's mind about anything at all. Yet on I strive, driven by my one, increasingly distant, success, to the great frustration of both myself and my mentally unusual correspondents.

But at least now I can get a blog post out of it.

It's been a while since I heard from the good folk at Life Technology; the last time was almost a year ago, here. I must insist that any of you who haven't checked out the Life Technology site go and do so right now, because the assortment of products available there really is very hard to match anywhere (though they have, regrettably, retired the Flash banner thing that made a trippy New Age gong sound whenever you loaded a page. I miss that).

Life Technology is like Brooklyn Superhero Supply, except Life Technology aren't just trying to encourage imagination.

Mr, or possibly Ms, AURUM SOLIS™ (I think the capitals and trademark symbol are important) decided to favour me with another communiqué on the first of April. Were the message from anybody else, that'd mean it'd be a joke. But not so with AURUM™, who continued our correspondence over the next few days.

The correspondence follows. I bet it'll attract some really spiffy Google ads.

DANIEL THIS IS WHAT YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT WHITE POWDER GOLD THERE IS AN ORCHESTRATED CAMPAIGN BY THE POWERS THAT BE TO FRIGHTEN PEOPLE AWAY FROM THIS PRODUCT SCARE STORIES INVOLVE REPTILIAN ALIENS AND ARE OBVIOUSLY FALSE SO DONT LET SUCH NONSENSE PUT YOU OFF FROM FINDING OUT THE PLAIN TRUTH ABOUT THIS VERY IMPORTANT SUBJECT REMEMBER BRISTOL MYERS SQUIBB RESEARCH PROVED THAT WHITE POWDER GOLD DOES EVERYTHING THAT THE PHILOSOPHERS STONE IS ALLEGED TO HAVE DONE IE REPAIR DNA AND INCREASE LONGEVITY WE WOULD BE HAPPY TO SEND YOU A 1GRAM SAMPLE FREE OF CHARGE IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN TRYING THIS THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION DANIEL

AURUM SOLIS™

[And then AURUM™ quoted the content of this blog post. Do feel free to read as much of it as you can handle.]

I remind you that the thing the Philosopher's Stone was most often alleged to do was transmute base metals into gold.

Does white powder gold do that?

The Philosopher's Stone was also, by pseudo-logical extension, commonly alleged to be able to make you immortal. You would not age, and would not sicken for any reason, which implied that you would also be immune not only to ordinary physical diseases, but also to poison and physical attack.

Does white powder gold do that?

Your idea about the magic substance "correcting" anything in one's body that is "incorrect" is entirely in line with what the old-time alchemists said about the Philosopher's Stone. It was their belief that gold was the most perfect of metals (I imagine because they didn't know about the platinum group; platinum was at the time regarded as an unwanted, unmeltable contaminant sometimes found in silver). If they'd known about DNA they'd no doubt say that the mystic Stone would "perfect" that as well.

The tricky bit is defining what "perfect" means. Many diseases, like for instance autoimmune disorders, are the result of normal bodily processes working too well. Every second alternative medicine is supposed to "boost" the immune system; if they actually do that, they should all come with warnings about how they may cause rheumatoid arthritis as a side-effect.

What, in fact, does white powder gold do? Where's this Bristol-Myers Squibb research you allude to - or, indeed, any research that doesn't just ramble on, as you always do, about mystic vibrations and extradimensional harmonic ascension?

If white powder gold has no effects that people who don't believe in it can detect, then it is no more interesting than any of the hundreds of similar potions and religions.

I do enjoy these occasional e-mails from you, though.

DEAR DANIEL DONT BE TAKEN IN BY THE SCEPTICS WE KNOW YOU ARE A GOOD MAN BUT SOMETIMES THE DARK SIDE HAS MISLED YOU ABOUT CERTAIN THINGS YOU ARE A SPIRITUAL BEING LOVED UNCONDITIONALLY BY THE CREATOR AND SINCE BIRTH MATTER IS ALL YOU HAVE KNOWN BUT THERE IS MORE THAN MERELY MATTER LAST NIGHT AFTER I CONSUMED THE WHITE STONE I COMMUNICATED WITH INTELLIGENT BEINGS FROM SHAMBALLA AND I WAS EDUCATED BY THEM IN THE SUBJECT OF THE KUNDALINI ENERGY AND BECOMING AN ASCENDED MASTER. PLEASE SEND YOUR ADDRESS FOR A COMPLIMENTARY FREE SAMPLE.

But how do you know I'm "a good man"? How, if what most humans call external reality is as ephemeral as a ghost, ready to blow away so that you can perceive greater realities when you take your magic potion, do you know that I'm even here at all?

Perhaps I'm a manifestation of the universe, here to enlighten you to yet another layer of reality. Perhaps this whole exchange is purely a figment of your imagination. Once you say that words like "is" and "exists" and "meaning" can have different... meanings... you lose all ability to say, or think, anything about anything.

You said that your product does what the Philosopher's Stone is said to have done. That, first and foremost, means it must turn base metals - classically lead - into gold. Now you say that instead it sends you on some sort of psychedelic spiritual journey. Well, OK, great, but nobody in antiquity said anything about the Philosopher's Stone doing that. It was meant to turn lead into gold, and it was meant to make people immortal. Those are the two big things that the Philosopher's Stone was meant to do.

You said, in as many words, that white powder gold does what the old alchemists said the Philosopher's Stone did. Now you say that it actually doesn't.

If I can expect consumption of this substance to make me as confused as you, I will stay very far away from it, thank you very much.

If your product instead reveals the truth of the universe or some such, then it is a different thing from the Philosopher's Stone. It is also indistinguishable from numerous psychedelic, hallucinogenic and dissociative drugs, none of which show any signs of actually giving their users superhuman powers, or allowing them to figure out things about the mundane world everybody else inhabits that they could not have figured out otherwise. On the contrary, habitual use of powerful consciousness-altering drugs tends to make people much less able to operate in the mundane world.

I do not, of course, actually believe that whatever experiences you have are actually happening to you because of the white powder gold concoction. I think it's likely to have no effect at all, and your own mental peculiarities are what're allowing you to talk to the extradimensional space gods or whatever.

Does everybody who takes white powder gold have the powerful experiences you mention? Or do you have to be a believer already? If you slip some into someone's drink without them knowing, will anything happen to them? Have you tried such a basic test to see whether you're making this all up (on purpose or otherwise)?

http://spiritofmaat.com/mar08/white_powder_gold.html

LINK WHICH PROVES DAVID HUDSON IS TELLING THE TRUTH ABOUT WHITE POWDER GOLD

This lengthy ramble is, when it tries to say definite things about chemistry and physics, nonsense. Apart from the frequent use of words which do not exist - many of which I suppose could be the fault of the transcriber - it alleges, if I'm reading it right, that gold likes to hang around in two-atom molecules, like hydrogen, and that the element drastically changes in state if you manage to separate those atoms, becoming your magic potion.

Gold does not in fact form diatomic molecules. At all. The only "metal" that does is hydrogen, which is only metallic in very extreme circumstances. All other metals form metallic bonds between atoms, which can involve any number of molecules; it is also quite easy to separate individual atoms from those bonds, by for instance dissolving a metallic salt in water (giving a solution of ions), or by "sputtering" a piece of the solid metal (giving honest-to-goodness separate atoms flying around separately).

Gold sputtering is used routinely in, for instance, the preparation of samples for viewing under an electron microscope. Individual gold atoms are knocked off a piece of gold, and condense in a super-thin layer on the subject, where they return to their normal polyatomic metallic bonding.

I don't expect you to pay any attention whatsoever to this, because I know that when you talk about "atoms" and "molecules" and just about every other noun used at http://spiritofmaat.com/mar08/white_powder_gold.html, you do not mean the same thing that everybody else means. But I wonder why it is that you think that anybody else would find this "evidence" convincing, since you and your friends do not use the same dictionary as the rest of us.

Does http://spiritofmaat.com/mar08/white_powder_gold.html also comprise your "Bristol-Myers Squibb evidence"? The only mention of the company there is that "over the last four or five years, there is tremendous research going on with precious elements and cancer treatment. The precious elements have been found to inter-react with the cell by a vibrational frequency or by a light transfer to correct the DNA. Any incorrect part of the DNA is corrected by the precious element."

This looks to me, not to put too fine a point on it, like pure fiction. I challenge you to present this "standard literature" talking about "correcting DNA" by "vibrational frequencies".

DEAR DANIEL YES YOU ARE CORRECT IN STATING THAT REALITY IS RELATIVE TO PERCEPTION THAT IS THE KEY ALSO YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT WHEN YOU PRAY YOU SHOULD PRAY WITH SINCERITY AND FAITH NOT MERELY HOPE HOPING DENIES THAT YOU ARE GOD AND IN CONTROL OF YOUR CREATION THE STONE DOES NOT INDUCE A PSYCHEDELIC EXPERIENCE IT BREAKS THE BOND OF DUALITY IE THE ILLUSORY PERCEPTION OF SELF AND OTHER GOD IS IN A STATE OF ONENESS PS THERE IS NO ACTUAL PROOF FOR ANY FACTS EVEN THE BEST EVIDENCE IS RELATIVE TO THE INDIVIDUAL (FLAWED) MIND OF THE OBSERVER THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION DANIEL GOD BLESS YOU

At this point, I gave up on our little chat. I'm sure AURUM™ will have something similarly enlightening to say to me in another year or two, though.