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Well, I've just about accomplished something on myyearbook in one month that I don't have a hope in the world of doing on myopera as this blog is fast approaching its second anniversary--I'm ranked in the top one percent in popularity. It's not that I give a rip about the mock-up quality they tag popularity itself as I've always been a misfit-a jagged pill in a bottle of smooth ones--destined for the wastebasket and more or less at peace with that. What I do like are statistics that have to do with me. I used to take the Tickle tests which were taken by in large by women because of the 'Cosmo' appeal or something but there were tests interesting to me. I took their IQ tests enough times that I got most of them right and supposedly had an IQ of 135. If that were true I sure the hell wouldn't be sitting here doing this. I finally found one that was linked from I think the 'official' Mensa site or similar community of folk so smart they have to keep big metal heat sinks on their foreheads to avoid meltdown--I jest of course. Anyway, I took this IQ that was made to accurately detect IQ's up to 180-some odd I think and I figure if it were accurate up there it would be really effective at telling me exactly where I was and I scored 108 on it-just a skiff better than the center of the bell curve--I'm smarter than 50.00001 or so of whatever population the curve encompassed. Many of those questions were these 20 to 100 faceted shapes presented in unfolded form and you have to be able to tell which sides would touch by mentally putting it back together. I of course tried and of course my method of guessing produced 0 results other than the hey-at-least-I-tried form of self consolation.

I used to have this grudge match with my friends ex-girlfriend because I told her about it and she scoffed at it as not being a true mark of mental ability or somesuch thing and yet she always bragged about her college and was all puffed up and highminded about that. Much of what they teach in college is a lie so if you have no ability to discern truth and believe whatever you are told, then that is just bull fertilizer packed more tightly between those two ears than someone else has. There's many people who go to college and do very well there but the second they get out into the world they are proven to be educated derelicts. Now I do concede that IQ tests are just as fallable and there still isn't a well known IQ test that can measure the true ability of the human mind or map out its deficiencies so accurately that it can lead to therapy for those of us who have certain deficiencies. If Ozzy Osbourne and I had a memory contest--he would win--I can use my mind for anything other than remembering or turning it into gainful employment. I pointed the finger at myself when I saw myself write 'educated derelict' as I went to electronics school in Spokane and did very well, then in the outside world it turns out I needed more than what I got or just wasn't meant to be.

Anyway, back to the purpose of this post or some semblance thereof--Even though I'll never get what some people get here it is more substantive because in order to post something you have to think and all these thoughts collecting in the myopera lint trap catches the eye of readers willing to observe what you are thiking aqnd they even comment on what you write sometimes which is happening more here and I am thankful for that. Myyearbook has the advantege of giving me something trivial to do with my hands and while it was originally made for teenagers and some features are used almost exclusively by teens I find enough there to do when nothing is going on here. In summary Deep here--shallow there. Myyearbook is very much a political machine like these battles for instance asking which one has blue eyes-- the browneyed battler will send messages to as many people as they can telling them to vote that he/she has blue eyes--it really is that rediculous. One thing I like is the lunch money that you can buy certain things with and I got into the bad habit of playing the scratch tickets-If I start doing that with real money I'll know it's time to quit. On here friends were very slow in coming at first but a greater percentage are more substantive such as they like your posts/pictures so they add you while on myyearbook they add people merely by clicking under the userpic instead of having to visit the profile which is good for convenience but bad for popularity which is powered mainly by views from other myyearbook users. If someone viewed that profile from the outside I have no way of knowing it unless they tall me.

I could go on and on and of course I have. My yahoo 360 blog is just about tanked-- I got 35 visits this week down from an all time high of 225 or 250 and the only friends I have on there are from inactive blogs- I think they see that blog as a profile graveyard when their interest is about to take that last breath they see a yahoo version of the pearly gates and a tall, toothless misfit with the keys to open it and my eyes glow red as I extend my skeletal finger out towards them to becken them to their eternal digital abode--but wait, only 3 did that-- is my blog after life not scary enough. Aw come on! Die on my Yahoo blog! I'll be your friend and let you play with my firetruck. Ok time to go to bed. I jumped the shark so many times PETA is after me.