well you have your straight horizontal line starting at 0 seconds and ending at 1 second say.
Now you have 180 degrees till full up or or down to set the wave line intercept with ratio shifting connected modular rotations on the plot wave between 0 and 1.
Along with this being useful for engineering digital aI instruments and for audio compression schemes with continuous wave detail you could also get AI to upgrade the the intercepts when playing such a file to upscale in different ways the audio stream.

I just took the Cammer's Test for OCPD in the OCPD forum.
My score was 83. That's the "danger zone."
I am schizotypal skitsotippal skizuhtippal which is the main thing I've been aware of.
I've known I'm a little "obsessive compulsive," too.
But that's not to the point of interference or disfunction.
Yes, I've got an "Avoidant" personality, too. A little paranoid and an incredible fear of heights as far back as I can remember, and that's before elementary school, but no external cause I can think of for that fear. The rest of the fears are "worries" about what might happen to others, rarely about myself. I think this might be a clue to "dependence" which is also a trait that often accompanies OCPD.

But, see, that's the point. I am -not- OCPD. I am just OCD. Cammer's test results make me look pretty far into OCPDity. My Os are not too bad.Clicking my finger against flat hard surfaces, shaking my hands a lot when I'm walking but not in public. Those are the kind of weird ones. Then the regular ones - routines, clean and tidy, precise steps in getting things done, do things the same way each time, put things back in the same place, facing the same way, things like that. But I am not dysfunctional exactly. The OC doesn't interfere with my "work-a-day" world, so it should just be OCD not OCPD. I'll have to study it out a bit more.

None of this is "bad." I'm not uncomfortable with any of it, not even the finger clicking against surfaces. It's just, what they call "eccentric" things, not harmful, not uncontrolled, not dangerous. Just a little spice to "normalcy".

I've been told about my OC for a while. I kept kind of pretending the person saying something was just being silly, but I've known there are several things I do that are definitely OC, and not from any other reason. I have to hide some of the things, but have been caught a couple of times and have to try to excuse my way out of it.

I'm avoidant and slightly anti-social. So even though I want friends, I kind of push them away. Darn it.

As of right now my boyfriend and I have been dating for 11.5 months. I have never been in a relationship that has lasted a year. One reason for that I feel is because of my past and my mentality on the subject. I do certain things when it gets close to a year i'll give you a list but in short i pretty much sabotage my relationships.

1. I turn into a grump, everything irritates me at that point and i don't hold back how i feel nor do i even try to sugar coat it. I make it very obvious that im upset. And I do it unknowingly, but with the intent to ruin the relationship...if that makes sense.
OR
2. I turn to others (men). I hardly know any guys but when it comes close to a year I find someone without fail. Even if it is someone that I don't even like I use them, in a sense, to get out of my relationship.

One reason why this scares me is because I had dated my ex boyfriend twice. The first time we made it to eleven months, and the second time we were four days away from our one year. And honestly, yes there were things that I didn't like about him, but the things I loved about him greatly outweighed the cons. Did I miss out on something big and beautiful because of the decision someone else made? Or is there something that I can do to get over this overwhelming fear of relationships?

With it being so close to my one year with my current guy, you can see why i am freaking out. I mean I am literally having panic attacks at night and when i'm alone during the day.There was only one thing that kind of bothered me about him, he smokes cigarettes, and guess what... He stopped for me. Now i can't use the first one to destroy this relationship and I am afraid that I will have to turn to the second option. But I really do love him, and honestly I don't want it to end but for some reason I feel like it will.

Why does being used as a young girl affect me this much and should I get professional help?

Since I had an interesting childhood, girls and boys for me were something of an equal. The boys teased me. They teased me anyways because I was a "doofis" or what ever name they decided to call me.

But, as I was shunned by all my playmates, on came through.

Her name was Laura.

Laura was a godsend for me... a girl and yet a brave one she would not allow herself to bne outdid by a guy... so no the higher she went up the tree, the more I wanted to go that high.

She was trouble maker. She would make me do things I never wanted to do, becasue I would get in trouble... sometimes she made it that way.. sometimes we got away from it.

This was a girl... but a tomboy... It was hard to tell the difference... because I always though of tomboys being boyish, but she had the girly long hair down to her waste. I'd look at it as she tempted me to do what mother would never allow, like climbing fences. And, I would wonder... this is no ordinary girl.

I don't think I ever saw Laura with a braid or anyother style except just down and loose. Very starnge but cool. Water fights? She would act like any girl with long hair, trying to just escape... except when you weren't trying... then she would get mad... So after her I would go... until I would corner her and she'd act so "help, help me." Fell for it everytime. "Then, hey... stop being a**hole and get me wet... and she wasn't satisfied until all he tresses were running with water...

OK.. to girls this is normal. To guys this is utterly fascinating becasue she had so much hair her tresses would soak up so much water... and then was soaked, it would take twice as long to stop flowing... the she usually was satisfied at one point or another and just tossed her hair behind her head...

I wished she was my sister... so much fun... so many water fights... so many punishments for getting everything wet... So much fun!

Laura was my best "girl" friend. I found her recently on Facebook and said hello. I told her how I felt, and giant thankyou for always being there everytime while everyone else was so picky. Especially the idiotic guys and there idiotic rules for what guys are supposed to be like. I feel sorry for them... they needed a "girl" friend when they were young.

Girls, Do you have any idea what 7th grade locker room talk is like..?(Probably like 7th grade girl locker room talk... that's not the point!) Bunch guys talking about girls like they were modeling clay just ready to molded into... You got the idea... like they were play things never knowing how FUN they were... never knowing how beautiful they became and you see an angel of complete utter beauty and wonder if you should kiss her or make her climb a tree?

Now that's how you should feel about a woman in 7th grade... hold her... kiss you... feel... and climb the nearest tree and see if you can beat to the top! Let's see if I can beat her to the top... before she get's there and shakes here lovely head and says those magic words of love..."What's taking you so long!"

No seriously... there is more to a girl than looks... they have spunk, pizaz... a twinkle in their eyes. And, I don't want to sound to stereotypical on the other spectrum... but an inner quality of human being under all that cuteness. If you can't find that guys?

Climb that try by yourself.

Some people have a lot of things on their plate. As for me, I don't have a lot of 'things,' I have a lot of a 'thing.' It's a big, heaping pile of future. Frequently, having a look around, people speak about living in the present. I don't know how I'm supposed to do that when all I can think about is what to do with my life. For as long as I've known of how these mental health issues affect me - and that goes back probably a little further than when I was 10 - It worried me. Reaching this age, and 'moving on.' I do have an idea of what kind of career I want to get in to, I'm thinking something in the field of mechanical engineering. I guess it's that systemizing nature of autism in me. But let me put it this way, how will college be any different for me than K-12 was? I can't have friends when I'd just embarrass myself with my absurdly delayed word processing, and besides, these are young adults we're talking about. "Lets get high! Lets get laid! Lets sit around in cliques and talk behind others' backs!" Hell no, that's not me.

I guess it does a bit of good in the very short term to vent.