This Space for Rent

There’s no such thing as bad publicity? Well, sortof, but in a bad way.

In the grand tradition of internet time wasters, there's an eliza-style "mental health exam" out on geocities, and, for the yuks of it, I decided that I would waste the time I'd usually spend either cleaning up the basement (I did, however, clean up the last filth-filled puddle from the last sewer not sewering incident; this time I actually made it into the basement to see the elegant little geyser from the drain, and got to wade in and wedge a temporary drain plug into the torrent) or, I dunno, updating annotations, magicfilter (which still has a couple of bugs outstanding against it, mainly in the somewhat funky m4 code that it uses to generate filter chains), or Mastodon Linux, which needs a pretty serious facelift now that the entire freaking free software community has lunged over to the newer and more broken C99 (editors note: This is not C)-compliant gccs, filling out the little "exam" and posting about it.

The results? Out of a score of from 0 to grab-your-shotgun-and-head-for-the-watertower, I got 477, or, as the handy javascript popup said:

OVER 300 POINTS: This score indicates a major life crisis and is highly predictive (80%) of serious physical illness within the next 2 years.

Who knew that owning a house and taking vacations could be so stressful? I would think that having the B*sh junta in power and having to fight with desktop linux would be stressful, but they didn't even ask any questions about that.

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