I'm starting to rethink my position on human cloning - I could use a couple more of myself right now. And it would be good if the clones were smarter and also less sleepy. Oh, and without the sausage arms. To polish off my perfect clones, their DNA should not be mutated so that their pancreases (pancreii?) would refrain from digesting themselves during periods of stress - it is MOST inconvenient.

[random] I always thought Hey Jealousy by the Gin Blossoms would make more sense and be an even better song if it were "Hey Chelsea". [/random]

One more thing - does anybody know where the line, "I'm the drummer from Pearl Jam" comes from? I had a friend in high school who used to say that occasionally, but I've been trying to remember the context and I can't at all. Of course, that same friend also sent me a story once that he'd written (he sent it in the actual postal mail when we were in about 10th grade) about a dog named Chicken who worked in a cheese factory and fell in a vat of cheese. So he was a creative sort - maybe he just made something up about the drummer from Pearl Jam. Anyway - that is all.

I remember a simpler time - when I knew enough about the brachial plexus to pass undergraduate anatomy, and when I didn't have a clue that there are as many muscles in the forearm and hand as there are stars in the sky ...

*sigh*

I don't go to school with Clay Aiken.

There's a guy in my medical school class that bears an uncanny resemblance to Clay Aiken. And that's a compliment - just trust me, it is. It's like I'm listening to lectures on biochemistry and anatomy with a normal-haired, different-faced Clay Aiken clone who is good in science (and without the million dollars.) I'm pretty sure it's not him, though. For one thing, I've seen him consume both coffee and chocolate without exploding. And also, no one has thrown a single pair of panties at him. Not ONCE.

The following information is only for people who followed Clay Aiken's AI2 run with an embarrassing level of interest, but it's a better description of Dr. Pseudo-Clay.

He looks like Atlanta Clay without the unfortunate hair (and a different face, remember) with a personality from Jaded Journalist interview #1. So there you go. The similiarities amuse me. I'll let y'all know if someone throws panties, or if he bursts out with, "Eaaaaaaassse yourrrrrrrr miiiiiiiiiind!"

In the meantime, please observe this fuzzy picture where no one is identifiable:

And seriously, it really is a complimentary observation. Just look at the insane fanbase that Clay Aiken has built. Pseudo Clay is a super nice guy, too.

Now, I'm supposed to be studying for a big and scary anatomy exam - but SoapNet keeps airing Beverly Hills 90210 episodes. And they are so DRAMATIC! What am I to do? (Don't panic, Dad, I'm just kidding. I'm studying, I'm studying.)

Lifted from Mein BlogoVault:

A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner:

"Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time."

When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, "The one I feed the most."

I like that. Attitude is everything, especially when you're in the middle of something as intimidating as I am right now. I keep repeating the mantra that I'm going to be all right. I'm going to study as much as I can, and do my best, and the Lord opened this door for me so He will take me the rest of the way. He always has.

So I CAN learn eight hundred and eleventy bazillion muscles and their origins and insertions and innervations and blood supply. I CAN memorize this biochemistry stuff and do all right on quizzes that I think focus on all of the non-important stuff (I'll just study ALL the notes next time and sleep a little less - lesson learned!) I'm going to be all right. God won't let me fall. Even if I do feel like this a lot of the time:

He's the only thing that keeps me from hitting the ground. And if I manage to achieve anything, He gets the glory! But anyway, positive attitudes. Good stuff.

(I love that painting, Forgiven, by Thomas Blackshear. As soon as I'm not poor, I'm going to buy a print of it for the apartment.)

I think I might be dating Nicole Richie.

Some time ago I wrote a post about how I think I'm dating Bill Nye the Science Guy. Scott, bless his heart, never misses an opportunity to turn something into a science lesson. The other day we were driving somewhere and I noticed a wheel or fan or something with rotating blades on the back of another vehicle, and said that it must be the wind. (Please forgive me if that's idiotic, but I've tried to erase the horror that was physics from my mind.)

So Bill Nye says, "Why do you think that? Why would the wind make those blades turn?" I explained, "Bleeearrrrgghhhhhhh!" And then he said something about parallel somethings and curves and velocities and blahdeblah purple monkey dishwasher. I do love him, though. He blinded me with science. I'm just glad that he's not hanging out with Ellen DeGeneres in the Universe of Energy.

But NOW, I read on The Superficial that Nicole Richie and her buddies were making fun of Cameron Diaz's looks. And Scott just happens to think that Cameron Diaz is the most unfortunate-looking woman on the planet. (That is, of course, if someone has already knocked Julia Roberts into orbit.)

So anyway, Scott has something in common with Nicole Richie. I'm a little disturbed by that.

A clip of House MD, which may help cure the mini-meltdown

So, they told us to study in 50-minute hours - study for 50 minutes, then take a 10 minute break, then go back to studying. Apparently someone has determined that this is the best way to allow information to sink in, because it's the same way we do class (usually.) Fifty minutes of lecture, break for 10, and so on.

I have a question, though. What if, in the middle of a 50-minute study block, you have a mini-breakdown and cry for five minutes? What do you do with that? Add it on at the end? Subtract it from your break? I need clarification - meltdowns weren't covered during the "how to study" instructions.

You know what else? I really wish Scott would have gone to a talk that they had during orientation week for significant others of medical students. I think it may have something to do with his extreeeeeeeeme confidence (both in himself and in me) but I'm not sure he gets just how much time I need to be studying, and how freaking tired I am, and that he may have to settle for just seeing me on Saturday evenings or someting. It's still better than what we're used to - I would go five weeks without seeing him sometimes when he was away at school and busy working on something.

I also worry sometimes that I'm just a habit for him, and that he'll get aggravated with the demands on my time soon and kick me to the curb. And I'm afraid I couldn't find anyone else. Plus I'd really miss him.

Have I mentioned that when I get tired, and anxious, that my worries tend to mushroom? Okay. I'm sorry to be so down on everything lately. Let's have a happy clip, which I've had uploaded forever but I keep forgetting to link to. This is from an episode of House M.D., which is an awesome show - it's science, it's medicine, it's a snarky lead character who also happens to be an infectious disease specialist. This clip is from the episode where House fills in for an instructor of a class on differential diagnosis. He presents three patients with leg pain to the class - IMO, it was one of the best episodes. In this clip, he reminds me of one of my favorite professors. Please right-click and "save as" to save my bandwidth. :-)

There's one thing worse than being useless ... (~45MB)

Edited to add - heeeyyyyyy! I just discovered that season one of House MD is being released on DVD on August 30th. That's happy.

Edited again to add - I just talked to Scott, and he's more understanding than I gave him credit for. :-) Refer to earlier comment about "mushrooming". :-)

UPDATE (8/30/05) - I'm removing the file, because my bandwidth for the month is about to exceed the allowed level, and I CANNOT afford for that to happen again. I'll put the link back up somewhere around September 1st, when the bandwidth rolls back to zero. As always, donations are very much appreciated! Thanks.

UPDATE (9/14/05) - The file is back. :-)

Here's my newest conundrum about school. I've been tossed into a group of people that I've only known for two weeks (with a couple of exceptions.) After being around them for two weeks, there are a few that I'd like to get to know better - that I think would make good friends or study group members or whatever. But here's my problem - how do I go about that? I admit that I'm a social idiot, but I do know enough to know that by the time you get to medical school, you don't just go up to somebody with a note that says, "Will you be my friend? Check yes or no."

Right now, I'm kind of testing the "hang around semi-incessantly" technique, but I'm wondering, am I being leech-y? Do people want to say, "Shoo fly!"?

I generally think of myself as annoying and non-interesting, as a rule (since most of the time, I'll say something that I think is funny and everyone looks at me like I have two heads) so I don't know how to go about making a few good friends here. And I think a few good friends in my class would be a really valuable thing.

[off-key singing] Why am I such a miiiiiis-fiiiiiit ... [/singing]

After that horrible musical interlude, I should mention that there's a column about my blog in a major state newspaper today (not the Herald Disgrace.) It's all about me, me, meeeeeeee! I'd link it, but it has my last name and stuff. Still, it makes me happy. *waves to visitors from the Newspaper Which Shall Not Be Named*

Is Barack Obama one of the judges on Celebrity Fit Club?

Sorry for the random title, but I have Celebrity Fit Club on for noise and/or the hope that Gary Busey may just spin around and around like the Tasmanian Devil and burst RIGHT THROUGH the television, because that would be cool. And I just noticed that one of the judges looks like Barack Obama (or, as Ted Kennedy calls him, "Osama bin Laden ... Obama ... Osama Obama).

Anyway, they say that everyone cries for their first two weeks to two months of medical school. That actually wasn't true for me, because like I've said before, I have a good background in anatomy and a good(ish) background in biochemistry. I did cry during my first week, though - want to hear the story? Sure you do.

I've taken to running in the park where my ex-boss walks every day, and I happened to run past him the other day. So I went into the his lab a day or two later to return something, and he mentioned my running and told me to be careful (I thought his next words were going to have something to do with running by myself when it's dark, alas, I was wrong) because, "You're not exactly in tip-top shape, and it was 90 degrees out there." Booooooo! So that hurt my feelings and I had a little cry about it. Sure, I may look like a grotesque stampeding rhinoceros, but at least I can run for a mile, you know? It's ironic that this is the same ex-boss who asked me the other day why I have such low self-confidence. Pffft.

Urine Power

Okay, now this? Is just fantastic for someone like me. I mean, I have to pee every five seconds anyway (which probably is directly related to the large amount of water, diet Pepsi, more water, Red Bull, and water that I drink) so I could just strap some sort of battery-powered hovercraft to my back and buzz all over the place. Could help alleviate some of the gas price woes, which, of COURSE, are [gratuitous link to "Liberal Larry" because I love him] GW's fault. [/gratuitous link]

Speaking of Liberal Larry, he's being hilarious about Cindy Sheehan, whose message seems to change on the order of every seven seconds. (By the way, don't whine at me in my comments and defend Cindy Sheehan. I have no idea what it feels like to lose a child. But I think this woman has gone completely berserko. And the way the media has latched onto her drives me nuts.)

Okay, I have to go. I have to pee. And also? The automatic-flushing toilets at the medical school sound like you've just flushed a cat. Kind of like, "Rrrrrrowr!" That is all.

HT to Drudge for the battery link. I told you I was going to be random for awhile. And why am I awake, anyway?

I think I'm turning into the Embalmingable Snowman

Today in Gross Anatomy lab (and again - wow. No way that was an accident - we're put together too well) I nicked one of my gloves with a scalpel. Oh, and on Monday? I said, "Scalpel!" when I needed a scalpel. I was trying to be humerus. Hardy har har.

Anyway, I digress - into a bad joke, even. So I nicked my glove, I put on a new glove, and I think I may have nicked that one too. Because when we were cleaning up and I took my gloves off, two and half of the fingers on that hand look and feel really strange. Actually, they feel like the skin of my cadaver. I'm afraid I've embalmed myself, y'all. Or maybe I took a 67-hour bath and just don't remember. At any rate, my hand feels veeeeeerd.

Speaking of veeeerd, it's my favorite Dutchlandian's birthday! Go visit and wish her a happy one. My other good friend festivus's was a couple of days ago. She almost never updates her blog, but you could say hi anyway. :-)

Ryan Seacrest is too tan to be the Antichrist. I think. And George Hamilton DEFINITELY is.

I was listening to Glenn Beck on my way to the apartment from school today, and he mentioned the recent announcement that Ryan Seacrest will co-host "Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve" this year.

This is in addition to Seacrest's replacement of Rick Dees on KIIS FM, and of Casey Kasem on the Top 40 countdown. I'm afraid that Ryan Seacrest is, in fact, trying to [Brain] take over the world!! [/Brain] Or maybe he's the Antichrist. He IS fairly charismatic. But I'm thinking, probably, too tan.

Just a warning - for awhile, my posts will probably be these quick, short, drive-by jobs. Because I don't think I'll have the time to write up some long and thoughtful dissertation on ... well, anything. Unless it's something I'm studying, and that wouldn't be that interesting. So short and wee, or maybe stream-of-consciousness once in awhile. Just so you know.

I now think that maybe 75% of my class is smarter than me. And I still think - oh, 95% is less neurotic. But I'm not freaked out about the classwork yet. Most of it is stuff I've seen before. Except for gross anatomy - and just, wow. That is an experience. And I'm glad I get to have it.

Today our dissection assignment was the muscles of the back, and in the pre-lab lecture, the professor said that it is almost impossible to screw it up, because most of the interesting stuff is on the other side. So OBVIOUSLY, my professor is not Dr. Sir-Mix-A-Lot.

The apartment is getting more familiar.

My back hurts.

And that is all.

If you're about to embark on something huge and scary (such as medical school), it's a good idea to watch a movie like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory the weekend prior to starting the aforementioned huge and scary embarking. Embarkment. Whatever.

Anyway, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was very cute. I'd recommend it - it made me happy. Plus, Johnny Depp is just cool.

And now I must go to bed, because I have to get up at eeeeeeevil 6:30AM. Bleargh.

Look at me! I have a white coat!

First, a couple of pictures from last night's "white coat ceremony" which they do for incoming medical students - for some reason. It's not like we've actually done anything yet to deserve a ceremony.

This is what I look like when I think someone is being rude by getting ready to walk in the middle of my picture. But the most important thing about the picture - the guy behind me. Look at his hair! Looooook at it! It's GINORMOUS! Oh, and that's Scott with me. I mean, Dr. Scott. (Dr. Scott! Janet! Brad! ROCKY!) I can't stop doing that. Anyway.



And this is me and my cousinwhoislikeasister:



So anyway, I survived orientation. I don't think the workload will be nearly as bad as they make it sound. The first packet of Gross Anatomy notes don't scare me at all - probably because I've had a lot of the information before in undergraduate and graduate school, and also when I taught undergrad anatomy lab as a graduate assistant. I also got a surprising pep talk from my ex-boss - he told me not to be so hard on myself and that I am "very bright". And he's the kind of person that you don't get that kind of stuff out of very often. So it made me feel much better.

In other words, I think I'll be okay. Except for that scary apartment. And I think I'll still have time to blog. I hope.

Oh, and look! In yonder sidebar! I've added a Flickr badge with some pictures. Have fun with that, if you want.

Here I am (briefly)

Orientation going well. Tired. Intimidated. Scared to death. Surely doomed to fail. Classmates are all smarter and less neurotic than me. Sure of it. Otherwise fine. More tomorrow when I get my high-speed internet connected! Wheeeeeeeeee!

P.S. - Fat is slippery. Don't step on it.

Why am I dreaming about a blogger that I don't know and a group blog that for the most part (except SarahK) has no idea I'm on the planet?

I had a dream last night that Harvey was totally banned from IMAO - it was a big deal, there were posts at at IMAO that all references to poor Harvey would be deleted and/or replaced with the name "Bocephus". Okay, I made that part up.

But I really did dream that Harvey was banished from IMAO. Maybe it was because he's advocating defacing currency. Or maybe it was the love note. Or the hurricane. Or, maybe I was just unconscious. And just in case you're curious, I don't know if he walked away with one of those handkerchief/stick contraptions, while That Sad Walking-Away Music From the Incredible Hulk played in the background.

Celebrities who do not need reality shows

I just woke up from this horrible dream - Uncle Kracker had a reality show and I WAS WATCHING IT.

Oh no no no. That CAN'T be real, it's too horrifyingly unneccessary. Mommy!

In a somewhat related note, I tend to get Uncle Kracker confused with Kid Rock. Kind of like my Al Pacino/Robert De Niro confusion. And the Jodie Foster/Holly Hunter mixup. And the indistinguishibility of Vin Diesel and Vern Troyer. Just kidding about that one. This is where you're supposed to laugh. I mean, whenever you finish screaming in terror over the fact that Uncle Kracker's life is supposed to be quality programming.

There are more famous people who I have conveniently melded into the same person, but I can't think of any more at the moment. Does anybody else do that, or is it just me?

Headlines that don't mean what you think they mean

I signed on to AOL and saw this headline:

And I thought Rush Limbaugh:

was going to help one of these that was stuck in an assembly line or something:

But then I realized that I horribly misinterpreted the headline. Although that would have been a nice thing for Rushbo to do. And he probably would have, given the opportunity. I know I would. That is all.

Oh, and I'm happy today because my throw pillows match my new couch. Yay! Even though I'm having a very heightened state of anxiety about the whole thing. Holy crap. Look at the counter in yonder sidebar, y'all. LOOK AT IT!!

I'm happy! But I forgot!

Ooops! I forgot that for every day in August, I was supposed to post a reason that I was happy. It was Big Orange Michael's idea, and when someone big and orange suggests that you do something, it's a good idea to not forget to do it.

Therefore, I shall play catch-up. And I shall go with mostly superficial things, instead of my ridiculously huge amount of blessings like getting accepted into medical school twice, getting a scholarship, having a wonderful boyfriend, having parents who have the means and who are willing to help me by furnishing my new apartment with really nice stuff, and who are just fantastic in general - that kind of thing.

Instead, I'll stick with things like John Bolton's mustache. I saw this on IMAO today and it made me giggle:

Heh. I think it may be a slogan that will garner bipartisan support, because you can't spell "stache" without "che". And you know how the extreme lefties love them some Che.

So that's August 3rd. On August 2nd, I would have said that my two little fuzzy kitties, Sophie and Oliver, make me happy.

On August 1st, I would have said that I'm happy that Scott is home from school - ahem, DR. Scott is home from school. :-) I realize I'm breaking my own rule of mentioning only superficial happy things - oh well. Here's a picture of us on the day that he moved into his apartment in August 2001:

Look at my puffy, tearful eyes - I was so sad. I'm so thankful the "long-distance" part of our relationship is over.

And today, I'm happy that my new notebook/laptop (when did the term go from "laptop" to "notebook"? I missed it) was delivered yesterday. It's a Dell Inspiron 9300, with Windows Media Center and an external TV tuner. I thought it would be better to have a notebook/laptop in the apartment. Just because I think they're cool. And portable. With an Intel Pentium M Processor 740 (1.73 GHz/2MB Cache/5.33 MHz FSB). I have no idea what 75% of that means. And it also has a loverly 17 inch UltraSharp Wide Screen UXGA Display with TrueLife. I don't know what 50% of THAT means. But whatever. I'm happy.

And I was going to list the other bloggers who are participating in this daily happiness thing, but my electricity went off for about a minute, long enough for me to lose that part of my post. Boo. I'll list them the next time I note my happiness, because I have to get up at 6AM for a "CPR for the Professional Rescuer" class. Booooooooo to 6AM. The end.

On Carnivals - cats and Christian, and bloggers that I do not hate

I submitted posts to a couple of carnivals this week, and I always feel guilty if I don't link to the carnival once it's up. So here you go:

Christian Carnival LXXXI is up at Dunmoose the Ageless

Also, The Carnival of Cats #71 is up at Your Moosey Fate.

Hm.

Maybe there should be a Carnival of Moose-ily Titled Blogs. And one more thing - bahhhhhhsil thinks I hate him. And it just ain't true, bahhhhhhsil. :-)

I choose grace! Bono does too, from the sound of things. Thank You, Jesus.

I was just perusing the Stand to Reason blog, which I love, and found a great post. Melinda says that she "thought that this was a really effective, short expression of the Gospel", and I agree. Read on:

The thing that keeps me on my knees is the difference between Grace and Karma. At the center of all religions is the idea of Karma. You know, what you put out comes back to you: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, or in physics—in physical laws—every action is met by an equal or an opposite one. And yet, along comes this idea called Grace to upend all that ... Love interrupts, if you like, the consequences of your actions, which in my case is very good news indeed, because I've done a lot of stupid stuff ... I'd be in big trouble if Karma was going to finally be my judge. It doesn't excuse my mistakes, but I'm holding out for Grace.

I'm holding out that Jesus took my sins onto the Cross, because I know who I am, and I hope I don't have to depend on my own religiosity.The point of the death of Christ is that Christ took on the sins of the world, so that what we put out did not come back to us, and that our sinful nature does not reap the obvious death. It's not our own good works that get us through the gates of Heaven.

...The secular response to the Christ story always goes like this: He was a great prophet, obviously a very interesting guy, had a lot to say along the lines of other great prophets, be they Elijah, Muhammad, Buddha, or Confucius. But actually Christ doesn't allow you that. He doesn't let you off that hook. Christ says, No. I'm not saying I'm a teacher, don't call me teacher. I'm not saying I'm a prophet. I'm saying: 'I'm the Messiah.' I'm saying: 'I am God incarnate.' So what you're left with is either Christ was who He said He was - the Messiah - or a complete nutcase. The idea that the entire course of civilization for over half of the globe could have its fate changed and turned upside-down by a nutcase, for me that's farfetched.

So says ... U2's Bono. The whole article in WorldMag is here.

The Bolton Appointment - and not that time Michael got hair extensions

Ooooooohhhhh noooooooo! President Bush has done something so evil, so terrible, so awful. And I don't mean he woke up this morning and had the nerve to actually BE ALIVE (which is enough for most of the folks at Daily Kos or DU to deem him evil) - I mean he appointed John Bolton U.N. Ambassador while Congress was in recess.

Unbelieveable! What an abuse of power! He should have let the whiny, obstructing Democrats and the spineless Republicans in Congress battle over Bolton until 2034, or until Bolton dropped dead of old age, whichever comes first.

Wait.

You mean the president is given the authority to do such a thing by the Constitution, and that a clear majority of senators supported Bolton? Well, then. I don't see the problem.

Other related things that are going on:

Will Franklin at Willisms points out that W is not the only president to use their recess appointment authority:

Frank J. is being funny about the recess appointment, obviously. And he makes John Bolton sound a little like King Kong, an analogy that I like very much.

Mark at Decision '08 has the top ten leftist reactions to the Bolton appointment. Hee.

And finally, George Voinovich, governor to my neighbors in Ohio, is undoubtedly pulling at his hair in frustration and drowning in a torrent of tears. His heart is broken, America. Just broken.

In other news, I keep forgetting to mention that John Roberts is either Antichrist or possibly Satan himself. I mean, he has to be. He was appointed by President Bush, right? He must be evil. Alternatively, he could be the Evil Emperor Zurg or whoever the crazy scientologists think is responsible for everything that's wrong with the world.

A Meme of Unusual Size

Well, this was a good way to waste some time. The number values for the IPIP-NEO personality test are taken out of a score of 100 - most of mine seem pretty accurate, actually, except for a couple that made me go, huh? Also, I like the idea of a Go-meme - look at all the links you'll get if you participate!
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Overview: This post is a community experiment with two broad purposes. The first is to create publicly accessible data about bloggers' personalities, which may have sociological value in addition to being just plain fun. The second is to track the propagation of this meme through blogspace. Full details and explanation can be found on the original posting: A Meme Worth Spreading.

Instructions (to join in the experiment):

1. Take the IPIP-NEO personality test and the Political Compass quiz, if you have not done so already.
2. Copy to the clipboard that section of this post that is between the double lines, and paste it into your blog editor. (Blogger users may wish to use 'compose' mode to preserve formatting and hyperlinks. Otherwise, be sure to add hyperlinks as necessary.)
3. Replace the answers in the "survey" section below with your own.
4. Add your blog information to the "track list", in the form: "Linked title - URL - optional GUID". ("GUID" stands for global unique identifier - it should be a short string that currently yields no results in a Google search.) NOTE: I included the definition of "GUID" because I'm stoopid and didn't have a clue what it was! -Kim
5. Any additional comments should go outside of the double lines, including the (optional) nomination of bloggers you wish to pass this experimental meme on to.
6. Post it to your blog!

Survey:

Age: 26
Gender: Female
Location: West Virginia, USA
Religion: Evangelical Christian (Baptist)
Occupation: An almost-medical student (two weeks! Holy crap!)
Began blogging (mm/dd/yr): 08/2004

Political Compass Results

Economic Left/Right: 5.63

Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: 4.56

IPIP-NEO results

EXTRAVERSION: 23
Friendliness: 24
Gregariousness: 20
Assertiveness: 10
Activity Level: 49
Excitement-Seeking: 21
Cheerfulness: 71

AGREEABLENESS: 71
Trust in Others: 42
Morality: 81
Altruism: 46
Co-operation: 89
Modesty: 87
Sympathy: 26 (I can't figure this one out, unless it's based on questions that ask me, in effect, if I feel sorry for people who don't have much but who aren't trying to help themselves, either.)

CONSCIENTIOUSNESS: 52
Self-Efficacy: 38
Orderliness: 66
Dutifulness: 59
Achievement-Striving: 47 (again, huh?)
Self-Discipline: 16 (sadly true)
Cautiousness: 84

NEUROTICISM: 80
Anxiety: 97 (TRUE!)
Anger: 58
Depression: 55
Self-Consciousness: 95
Immoderation: 73
Vulnerability: 99

OPENNESS TO EXPERIENCE: 5
Imagination: 33
Artistic Interests: 1
Emotionality: 70
Adventurousness: 0 (hah)
Intellect: 51
Liberalism: 1

Track List:

1. Philosophy, et cetera - pixnaps.blogspot.com - pixnaps97a2
2. Majikthise - 6ea37d10-e9b9-11d9-8cd6-0800200c9a66
3. Ezra Klein - http://ezraklein.typepad.com
4. Rox Populi - http://roxanne.typepad.com
5. Verbatim - http://verbatim.blogs.com
6. Black Currant Jam - http://blackcurrantjam.blogspot.com/ - black7currant7jam5
7. TypeBlogs - http://typeblogs.com (offshoot of marlaswoffer.com)
8. Ramble Strip - http://www.ramblestrip.com/blog/ - kal97ramblestrip

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I'd be interested in results from:

• brmaer
• Jodi
• the veerd ferner
• Katrina
• T-mon
• Bahhhhhsil
• Chris
• Eeeeeeeeevil White Guy
• SarahK
• Songstress
• Stacy
• maribeth
• and La Shawn Barber.

But most of those people will probably just sit around and eat Cheetos and ignore me. *sigh*