You Must Be This "_____" Smart To Read This

Apparently, the new craze is to plug your blog address into a blog I.Q. calculator to see what reading level your blog is. I just plugged mine in, and it came back with an elementary school level. What does this mean? Do I not use big enough words? Do I not talk enough about Chaucer? I just don't understand. Don't get me wrong. I don't feel any less smart because of the rating, nor do I think I will quit blogging either, but I am curious how the ratings are determined.

Jenny commented on Ali's blog that if the level of her blog is below genius, does that mean that her blog is more readable than Ali's? I think this is a valid question, but reading both blogs on a regular basis, I can't say that one is more readable than the other, or that one is more valuable to "smart" people than the other. I have to repeat myself, I just don't get it. It seems to me that the assignment of readability is arbitrary. Oh well.

Anyway, for all you elementary level readers, I dedicate this post to you, for I love you all and hope that my urbane commentary on life and whatnot entertains you for a few moments out of the day, even if it will probably lower your I.Q. to read it.

Happy Holidays to all, and I hope all your dreams come true in the new year.

Just a Question

I've decided that this blog is going to be a weekly one. This is due mostly to the fact that when I get off work, I'm just too tired to do anything accept watch a little boob-tube and eat some Ramon noodles. Perhaps this will change once I get out of training and start doing my job in earnest, but I'm not going to hold my breath just-in-case.

I've been trying to keep up with the blogs of my friends, but they, too, have to wait until the weekend, and I usually don't comment on them. My poor friends. They must think I don't love them anymore, and that I don't find what they write interesting, but I do. I truly do. I just don't have a lot to say right now that doesn't have something to do with work. This leads me to the question I want to ask with this blog:

Do you (have you, would you, etc.) allow work, school, social obligations, family, etc. to consume you to the point that it engulfs you, forcing you to foresake what you consider the pleasures of life?

(Obviously, my answer to this question is yes. You can use the two posts I've made since I started working as evidence. Throw on top of that the fact that I only leave the house to go to work, and it becomes clear that I'm working myself up to lonely recluse status. Ay, me. Looks like I'll be dying alone. I won't be found for weeks, and my body will be gnawed by the dozen or so cats I'll have collected by then.)